Can you remember when Wespark was a seldom used road. Not sure if the Baldwin Store is still there with a piano on its' sign. Evidenced here, I spent several days at Edloe and Wespark. If high power lines are bad for you, I am cooked. Until I find some lithium crystals, I'll keep painting the grid.
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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