There must be lots of portraits of me with different pet rabbits in my arms. When I was about two and a half or three years old and totally white haired.....
Elbert at Three
I was not only drawing constantly at three, I was also very unpredictable in behavior and would just vanish if not closely watched. When I escaped my mother, I never just came home at suppertime, I kept wandering and examining the things I saw until I was found and returned home.
Many Bunny Portraits
My mother, on a whim, asked an artist living next door whether he needed a model. Happy Days! he did and he kept the treats coming... gave me undivided attention.
When we had finished a painting, we piled into his convertible "rag top" Ford
Us in Rag Top Ford
and headed for the Indian market near Oklahoma City Capitol Building to search for ornaments and treats for our next sitting.
I loved his car and the rabbits and the portraits he painted of me. I wish I could have kept even one of them. But I didn't!
Elbert
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