I have been making and selling my original art work for years. Maybe considered one of the savvy. Painting on glass is a gift, a talent and my heart. The colors transform into a wonderlust of life inside the box.
My mother always said don’t let anyone paint your rainbow black. You are you. I took that as an invitation to create the unseen. Creature’s that only existed in my mind. Or so I thought. Taking this reality of mine into others realities.
I was a witchy little kid. Getting in fights and if I I didn’t like something or someone they would know it. Head strong and what can I say pissed off. I would hear those princess stories as threats. I was a princess once for Halloween because that’s what I thought little girls had to be. When in all honesty I wanted to be the Ninja Turtle.
I liked roaming the fields behind the house to the retention pounds. Mesmerized by the life there and getting dirty. My brother and I would play til the cows came home. Which often meant due back by sun down. Dirty as.
This is what fills my memories for art to be made. I am one with a photographic memory of sorts. It stays. I remember! But it’s not a pitching match. I’m getting over the better than boys thing and it’s a process. Thanks for listening;)