My mother always wanted to be an artist. When I was a child she showed me her high school art course notebooks with drawings in them. She never went to college. Her parents didn’t feel that art was an appropriate path to follow. Also they didn’t have money to send her to art school. Instead they said she should became a hair dresser. I still remember her disappointment having not pursued her art earlier. She was driven to be an artist.
Her favorite medium was sculpture. I clearly remember one Christmas when I was about eight years old that my father bought her a fifty pound block of clay and placed it on her lap. She couldn’t guess what present could be so heavy. Up until then she had devoted herself to being a wife and a mother. That clay was the beginning of her rediscovery of art that continued for the rest of her life.
With that original clay she did Mother and Child.
