Above the work table in my studio, hangs this little photograph of my first grade self. It's to commemorate the sweet lady who introduced me to the wonders of standing infront of an easel. Her name was Mrs. Ball. She's long gone into eternity. But I'll never forget her kindness and emapathy. She seemed to 'get' me instantly. She seemed to know how much I longed to be free from the rigors of academic constraints in order to give voice to what was inside my small, young heart.
It is to her astute skill as a teacher of young children that I owe my entire journey of artistic expression. I look forward ro seeing her one day, when we meet again in a higher place. Thank you, Mrs. Ball.
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