My first attempts to create art were not much appreciated. I am not sure if it was the use of lipstick or the fact that that first mural was painted on my mother’s bedroom wall. But very soon, I was kept supplied with appropriate art supplies and things to paint on. But not before every toy I owned was painted with nail polish.
By age 6 I began to spend summers and weekends at my grandparents. Grandma was also an artist and kept me busy with the sorts of things she did to keep me out of trouble. But I did take long breaks from the painting and ceramics to make mud sculptures and take the much needed baths afterwards. But I still found time to learn to paint realistic landscapes in oil and cute ceramic bunnies.
Later I honestly think my family was relieved when I changed my major from psychology to art. After graduation I tried a “real job” for a few months to pay off student loans before discovering that corporate America and artistic temperament just do not mix well. So I quit my job and explored textile arts for a couple years before returning to painting.
These days you can either find me making a mess of my home with the paint that should be going onto the canvas or hawking my wares at Texas Fine Art Festivals. .