Stirring up memories

As I was working on this piece, it was stirring up memories of my childhood. I like to call myself an artist from the womb because there has always been this gift God gave me bubbling under the surface struggling to burst out and He gave me eyes that look at things and see the art in them. I remember growing up in as a child, being about 10 or 11 years old and my favorite outing was not the skating rink or swimming pool like all the "normal" kids. No, I wanted to go hang out at the Denver art museum all day and enter into the imaginary worlds of the paintings that I loved there. I remember a day at the museum sitting on a bench staring at a Van Gogh of wheat fields and some other artist's rendition of a homey looking house and thinking to myself, "if I could, I would just live here in the museum and never leave." That is why it is such a thrill for me to now be able to display and offer for sale some of my art, finally in my latter years I am living the dream in a way and being able to share the gift God gave me with others to hopefully spread some smiles and happiness.