The start of my career...In a diaper and rubber pants!

As long as I could possibly remember, I have loved to create. In crayola at first, and paper on table, I along side my two older sisters, opened my first art gallery. Admission, I was later told, was 10 cents. My sweet mom went through 3 times so that each of us could earn a dime.

 

my two sisters, me, and the side of our house making us rich

I broadened my medium to a bowl of water, a toothbrush, and a big cement driveway at grandma and papa's house. However, in the hot summer sun the art didn't stick around for long.

I got my first set of watercolors and was free to paint on the cement...oh and race car boxes.

my first paint brush

It wasn't long after that I found out that you can paint anything. Even yourself!!! (sorry mom... more laundry to do, piling up, in those race car boxes)

my first body makeup