While I was home for Thanksgiving I sorted through a few boxes at my father's. I discovered some of my mother's art supplies. Memories flooded back of being a child with the smell of turpentine as my mom painted and my sister and I watched cartoons. These art supplies hold such powerful memories and love: my mom's bushes, her painter's apron and a few books that are well loved with notes in the margins and falling apart at the seams. Such a great gift she gave my sister and me. Both of us living creative lives and carrying on my mother's creative spirit.
Do you have someone who has inspired you to lead a creative life? I would love to hear your story.