An early memory: I am sitting next to my mother who is painting with pastels. A smorgasbord of colors are scattered across the table - a feast for a child's eyes and fingers.
Art is journey, expression, story-telling. May each receive what creation offers and put it to step, to prose, to song,... more

An early memory: I am sitting next to my mother who is painting with pastels. A smorgasbord of colors are scattered across the table - a feast for a child's eyes and fingers.
Art is journey, expression, story-telling. May each receive what creation offers and put it to step, to prose, to song, to canvas... and celebrate!