My father was supposed to be watching a very young me
... but he dozed off ...
I headed straight for my mother's lipstick and drew pretty pictures all over the walls. I remember sniffling while I sat on the floor watching my panicked father scrubbing off my masterpieces and periodically checking his watch.
My dad sold art supplies. A dream come true for any budding artist. I experimented with all the new products. As a teenager, my parents made a slight error in judgment and left me alone for the weekend. Upon returning they found giraffes, monkeys, tigers, elephants and colourful birds all over the walls. I was so proud ... they restricted me to one wall. My mother was thrilled to pieces when my dad brought home extra canvasses and paper.
I bought every art book I could find. I loved everything I tried; pastels, oils, watercolours, coloured pencils but life interfered, I got married, had two boys and two jobs, when the husband and boys grew up and left, out came the art supplies. I took a few courses, received a few awards and sold a few pictures and stories.
Now that I am retired, my priorities have changed. I converted by frontroom into my studio with room for students and my old studio into a den of sorts.....with another wall painting....I have this thing for painting on walls.
I’m a happy camper.