I remember my very first artwork. I think I was about 5 years old. I painted a pumpkin inside my closet wall. Why I hid it in my closet is beyond me. But I do know that my dad's "pet name" for me was "pumpkin". This came to mind because I spent the day cleaning out my daughter's closet. There were many hidden secrets there, yet, I chose not to read them. Her closet is nicely stored now. As are her secrets. I do remember that my mom got very upset with me for painting on the walls! Kinda like the day I cut one side of my hair and hid it and the scissors under my bed, thinking, hmm, no one would notice. Childhood memories! Delightful!
I told my daughter I wanted to paint her room. She firmly responded, "no mom, that room is my art!". Sooo, even though she no longer lives here, her "art" remains.
I think I just upgraded my art from crayons to paint. In actuality, it was crayons, a big orange crayon! Funny how I wanted to make it paint. My first use of paint was, I think, was painting by numbers, of a very beautiful dog who reminded me of my first dog, Bobo. He was a collie. And yes, I also remember my children's artwork starting out with crayons. My first memory of imagination was Barbie and then delightfully adding Ken. Ohh, I created some very loving scenes! Romantic at heart! But, before that, it was sisters, who appeared on the Lawrence Welk show. The Lemon Sisters, cut-outs. To go even further back, Mr. Potato Head! Memories are fun! History even more interesting...
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