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...to take a backward glance, to retrace, to untangle a bit of the braided
complexity of influences and inspirations of personal history. Another piece
finding it’s way, a contribution made towards describing, understanding
the whole...
I grew up the youngest of five children in the rural plains of South Western
Kansas. The primary culture I experienced as a child was agriculture. I have
fond memories of those days and credit that place for cultivating in me a
healthy imagination and an appreciation for the beauty of simplicty.
I’ve always had the ability to draw. As a child, art was my entertainment.
I’d draw and sculpt animals and dinosaurs from the pages of World Book
encyclopedia. If ever I’d be singing the blues, my Mom would set me
up with some clay, or paper and pencils and that’s all I needed.
For the longest time, artistic expression seemed more an adornment to my life
than it’s central focus. I remember as a junior in high school, watching
a film about Andrew Wyeth, and that sparked me, for some reason that connected,
I could see myself living that life, wanting to do what he was doing. I began
to consider more seriously, the true potential of my abilities.
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afternoon at the
Collesium in Rome
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