It was thrilling to imagine the maestro, Rembrandt, being called to dinner, bed, break, or whatever, by the sound of these bells. His home and studio were a few meters away. Surely, he stood in the very place I was painting. The church was municipal housing offices in 99. My impression of the Dutch is they discourage public displays of religion. Someone stopped and asked why I was painting a church. It was a bit confrontational. When I explained, he approved.
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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