Turned my back on the palm of the previous painting and executed this opposing view. This is reflective of what was going on in my life. I was naive to my own wants. Chaos was brewing. My dissatisfaction with my work, life, and job were slowly coming to a head. I was blissfully unaware, and trying to stay that way in a mire of pot and paint.
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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