I suppose every artist has memories of someone who ignited the first spark
of creativity before anyone else saw it.
For me it was Grandma and afternoons spent painting china in the kitchen.
The pieces we both painted together are special treasures for me.
The kiln in the garage is waiting for me... it's been way too long since I painted porcelain, but someday...
This morning I drank tea from one of those dainty mugs while I painted poppies
and thought of her.
Twelve year old Leah is flying in for a week when school gets out to paint with me.
What a pleasure to watch the love of creativity pass down a family.
What a happy legacy!
