People tell me things can’t be done all the time, few offer
solutions with their opinions.
If I was to stop and believe that things were impossible
then I would have very little success. Worse still I would have no motivation
to accept the issue, nor the support to perceive it as a challenge.
There is no song unwritten, no canvas yet stretched that
contains contemp. As an artist, a business owner I have to believe that, as a
parent I have to demonstrate it.
As I look back at my childhood, I want to say I was one of
the very fortunate to have a parent so involved in art, it would seem this time
of year those memories seem to fit in so well. There would be days where I
would walk in from school and the whole front room was a “Moms” project, from
quilts to doll houses or a simple painting she owned the house, and any spare
time she would manipulate you out of.
There were two things I learned never to say while working
on those projects, I don’t know how; which would lead to a journey into the library
where art books abound.
The other was “I had a problem”; these always lead to a
lecture about challenges and two solutions. “For every problem there is at
least two solutions, your problem find your solution.”
Setting here writing this I wonder if more than half of them
art projects were a way she could show me those very truths.
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