

I spent an evening with my Mother about a month ago, looking through old photographs and a variety of items she had saved from when my Sisters and I were kids. Mom is a pack rat and has never been able to part with anything that had any sentimental value to her. We had some really great laughs and it was a very special evening for me. We came across these paintings I had made while I was probably around 10 or 11. My Mom was always putting me in art classes and art camps. I could never figure it out why I had to go to art camps and my Sisters were off to ride horses...but after all these years, I realized that my Mom saw something in me that she wanted to nurture and I will forever be thankful for that...