Back home. Hot showers, beds, regular meals and all the creature comforts. I painted 22 paintings in 21 days and secured a residency at Yosemite through the Dept. of the Interior. I was pleased. It was time to return to my job and earn some money to get ready for the next adventure. My eyes were fresh to see home in a new light. Fall is prime weather for painting outside in Houston. With Winter I would turn my focus inward once again.
Working near the entrance of the Austin Children's Museum was a thing of pure joy. The kids wonder and excitement made me think of my own formative art experiences. Childhood is a time of realizing the power and magic of art. I was blessed by parents that encouraged my talents. How they found the time to recognize and support me, with seven other kids, has always left me grateful. This encouragement was reenforced by educators in elementary, jr. high, and high school. To this day I cannot type because Ms. Gerund (god bless her), at Johnston Junior High petitioned to allow me two semesters of freshman art. My birthdays were always filled with art supplies and books. I wanted to be an artist at an easel. That is what I saw in those kids eyes....mini me.
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