One more windy day in Amsterdam. Rain and wind force me to work small. This is a dance academy with a very chic cafe. I love looking at dancer's bodies, particularly their backs. Dancers, above all other athletes, have the most natural looking developed musculature. Just my opinion, mind you. I do look the other way when it comes to the feet of ballerinas/ballerinos.
This concludes my stay in Holland. I have many fond remembrances and mementos from this trip.
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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