Being an artist never ends and you can never really remember when it began.  At least I can’t.  I doodled on everything around me.  Loved to draw on the phone book when I was a kid.  Then started school.  I drew instead of doing the work.  I didn’t mind they gave me horrible grades.  But my Mother did.  Oh, well. 

I’d carve branches with a plastic knife,  then when it broke  Mother dear would LOAN me a butter knife.  The dog & I did a lot of damage with that butter knife.  He’d watch very intently,   just knowing that I was going to make something worthwhile.  Usually a very short spear.  I was obsessed to say the least. 

Loved to draw in the dirt.  Add China Berries & leaves for detail.  Add some water,  and you could make a pie.  Then feed it to the boy down the street.  He may have been taller,  but I was tougher. 

If I don’t get back into the studio very very soon…. I’m going to draw on my bedroom walls.  I love to work, cook, and work some more.  OK,  I’ll stop whining and watch more TV.  Yuck!  Roll me over I am done!  Wish I could put this asthma in the closet and close the door.  I’m working on it….  xxxxxx