At the age of 9, I drew my first nudes; I got a strapping
for doing a bad drawing; the teacher thought it was immoral; I thought I couldn't draw.
My mother taught me rug hooking with cut wool strips. From
my parents I learned to love and appreciate nature.
As a child I spent endless hours twirling around on my swing
and in the winter I skated on a small patch of ice in the swamp. During these times of aloneness my imagination soared.
Now I am retired and at play again.
