My emergence into art.
1954 – I’m 3 years old – lying in bed
Fever rising pencil in my hand staring at the blank white night table
In a semiconscious slo-mo movement of hand/pencil reaching to the target night table
My hazy inspired moment- A SCRIBBLE!! WOW!!
More visions follow – circles, flowers, suns, moons and stars
People- cats and dogs
Each stroke is more and more exciting
101 fever – oh look the night table is growing bigger more to do…YES
My world created…so special…so mine
I have discovered my life long friend the pencil but need new white dresser
Eyes heavy now must sleep
Next morning on the dresser covered in my imagination there’s paper and crayons