Hair cut and style
Even the famous need to sit
Link to the books blog if you don't want to but the book. So no, you don’t have to buy the book, but it would be more fun to read on paper. My real hope is that you become inspired to write a little of your own memoir as it was one of the most satisfying is things I have ever done
Last summer by brother Mark challenged me to I write and illustrate a story about our family trip to France in 1962 which was the summer I turned 5 years old. He was only 3 years old that summer so I was safe knowing my memories were going to trump his! Plus we had a lot of photos to help jog my memory. I thought it would take me about a month to complete. Well 8- months later, I am finally pleased to announce the book is complete and in two languages thanks to my cousin Henri who translated it into French. It is just 44 pages long and available on Amazon, here is the link. Link to buy the book.
Sarah took the trail by the old stone wall which was a nice short cut to the Olmsted farmhouse who housed three new tenants, Kathryn and William and baby Kevin. Sara’s backpack bulged with goodies. She hoped the freshly baked bread, sausage and apples would make a good welcome gift. It had been a while since she’d held a baby and so her arms were itching for a cuddle.
This was fun on so many levels. I used oil pastels to fill a page with color and then cut up squares, circles and bits of paper. The papers were rearrange to form this collage.
At Jazz Alley last night listening to great music. I had to respond with pen and ink. It was dark so I did it blind while responding to the music.
Alex and I decided to try our hands at dancing last year.
This was our first time on stage. It was a riot near wracking fun but I would do it all over again!
I love this quote. It has so many different meanings. This morning I related it to the making of art. We take bits and piece of materials. And play with all the parts in a unique way hoping to form a whole.