I was born and raised in Fitchburg, Massachusetts, to average middle class parents. Our home was a cottage at the top of a hill at the end of a quiet street called Swan Avenue. Our acre of land was surrounded by woods. There were paths and fire-roads that wound through the woods, and Cogshall Park, which was on the other side, was my usual destination. There was a man-made lake with a gazebo that jutted out into the center. There were playground and picnic areas on the opposite side from the gazebo. My first finger paintings were of the...more
