I have always loved color. One of the best gifts my mother gave me was my 64-color Crayola Crayon box. I knew the name of every color before I could read. Next was the sweetest watercolor tin, large, and full of many lovely squares of paint. Those two gifts kept me busy for hours. I still remember painting with the hurricane shutters up in Florida when I was four years old. Art (and music) were big parts of my childhood. My adult life did not flow in that direction, but I tried to keep up through the years of banking and...more
