This work is my steady joy these days. Hours spent with lines, color, my thoughts, my world. Challenges come up and it’s to the wall…
In my childhood home, retribution for ill-acting children at times meant standing in a corner. My dad sent my youthful butt there one day. Lucky for me, I had crayons in my pocket, and the fifteen minute punishment passed by without a wince. And, lucky for me, I have a dad who cracked up when he came to tell me time was up.
Nowadays, I don’t need to be naughty to find my nose against a wall. I just need to be inspired.
I just love your work. Fabulous work.