When I was small we lived in New York. One winter it snowed so bad we had a blizzard. The snow was so deep my parents wouldn't let me go out to play and being a bright and active child I quickly got bored with the few children's shows my mother would let me watch.Both my parents are artists. There was an abundant supply of paint and paper and just about anything a kid can get busy with around the house so my mother set a set of watercolors and some paper out for me and showed me the basics of how to go about using them. She had to put them away to get me to stop long enough...more
