my mother and i were brought up in two very different households, we are 31 years apart, but we are the best of friends and almost nothing without each other. she was the middle child of 3, where i was the youngest of 2. she was always an artist, but when it came down to going to school her father would not allow it. he thought that art could not take a person anywhere in life. she went to school for journalism because it was the closest she could get to art with her parents still approving. she took as many art classes as should could just to fill the void she was having. when it came time for me to go to school, i knew i wanted to go for printmaking, but was afraid i would not be able to succeed.. she talked me into it because she would not let me attend college for something i didnt love. throughout college we both worked to support ourselves.
Can’t wait to party here Saturday!