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 

Thanks mom!!!