First, I gave myself an "F" for this painting. I had just read several biographies on Picasso. I like his work but not so much the man. It is hard to imagine a time when art dominated headlines, and our bad boys were not sports figures. This really is a terrible piece but it makes me smile at how much in my Head I was at this time.
Beware of open spaces!
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.
Write a comment