one of my earliest memories is coloring for hours on the back stoop of our house. i would sit there for hours. i always loved getting a new box of crayons...and to this day when i smell crayons it takes me right back to those moments. the trees rustling over head...hot summer days, one of the only things that could move me was the sound of the ice cream truck! when i go home i will have to look for some of my old drawings...mom saved everything.

playing in the studio today with my new oil pastel crayons. had an unexpected guest show up for a sitting. i love it when that happens. for those of you familiar with my work...i don't usually work in a figurative, literal way. but when someone shows up and "requests" to be painted. i like to acquiesce.