"Hiding Place", watercolor. Way before I could ride a bike, I would grab my pad and pencil venture on a hike to escape the mad world of a eight-member family. Down the road, through the school yard, over a stream, through a barb-wire fence, across a field-when/if the mad bull wasn't around and dodging the field snakes, up a hill and under a tree I sat. I would look out and lose myself in another world. At that time, I knew I would be an artist for the rest of my life. . Yes, I was a just a child. Even as adults, that child is always with us. When I sit to paper or canvas now...she is looking over my shoulder-whether I notice her or not.

Original watercolor on paper.
Studio work.