A Self-Interview: Questions 1 and 2

     A wonderful thing happened to my daughter yesterday; someone recognized her artistic accomplishments and appreciates her work, and she was interviewed for an article in one of our local papers. (please check out her "Julie" blogs on my list)  Of course, I am  very proud of her, but what was interesting is that the questions caused me to think about how I would answer these questions. What better forum to answer these questions, but my very own blog. I warn you now, this make take days to complete, but I hope you find it interesting and entertaining!
     Question 1: The boring stuff- Age, town you currently live in.
I would like to say that I am of an age that I find unthinkable and you would never believe, so I would like to say that I am ageless and we will leave it at that!  I have lived in Central Massachusetts, growing up in and for many years not far from Worcester, for all of my life, but I did live in Charlotte, North Carolina for one year of my life many years ago.
      Question 2: When did your love for art begin? (this question has a few parts, I will answer only this part for today since I have a way of being verbose)  Please go to the beginning of this blog and read "In The Beginning There Was Tea".  I was introduced to the Worcester Art Museum as a preschooler and loved it.  My mother had talent for and an appreciation of art and was a member of this beautiful museum and she signed me up for lessons as soon as I qualified.  I can remember my cups filled with the primary colors and the amazement of mixing to create the secondary colors, "wow!".  I remember having really large pieces of paper and learning how to fill the paper, not just paint in one corner, or down the bottom. I remember learning being taught at a young age how to divide the oval shape for a face into quarters and where to place the eyes, nose, mouth and all the reference points to measure.  I remember Mary Murphy, a tall, attractive and dignified lady who was my teacher, we all lined up and waited for her to lead us down the stairs to the basement classrooms.  She taught us how to make the shape of the eye and how some people had wide eyes. She looked around the room to find a good example of this and I remember opening my eyes wider and she pointed to me and told everyone, "Just like her eyes!" and I felt so proud!!  I remember being taught that the whole sky is blue, not just the top of the paper. I remember walking room to room, gallery to gallery, taking in all of the beautiful art throughout the centuries, feeling amazement and loving all of it. I remember feeling at complete peace in this beautiful museum and like I was at home. That is how it all started.