Ever since I can remember I’ve been drawing or making something. As a kid, my father would bring home big rolls of paper from paper mills he serviced which my parents would roll them across the length of the living room floor for me. Those rolls of paper were my first canvases. I filled them with my childhood fantasies: castles, cottages, kings and queens year-round, and at Christmas there would be hosts of jubilant angels hovering over yard-long strings of sheep and camels coming to worship baby Jesus. My paintings and pottery today aren’t terribly far afield from those early expressions of joie de vivre.
Yeah, Dad!!!
Hi Bruce! Found your blog!
Hope you have fun reading it. Pass it on to anyone you might think would enjoy an armchair trip to France. I’m having a great adventure. Maybe we can get together when I return.
I can remember your art projects from elementary school – marvelous valentines with cut out heads from our class pictures and inventive verse and fun puppets with unique and fanciful characteristics. Enjoying your beautiful art evolution. Vicky Weichman Young
Thanks so much for sharing. It was a great childhood in so many ways. Now I’m old enough to see the story in it all.
Love it!!! The new paintings you did are incredible. I love the pic of you smiling so huge and the kitty cat and yellow shutters made cool photos! Where can I click to follow the site so you get ranking?
Thanks, Em! Click on the about the artist and you’ll see the prompt. Love ya, B