I dreamed that I had a tiny helicopter controlled by mashing on it's base with my fingers and by turning my wrist and hand in any direction that I wished it to go. I, of course, was its passenger and went flitting about wherever I wished. Elbert
I am a lifelong painter and sculptor. My earliest memories are of my mother dragging me backwards from preschool, toward the waiting, still running, model T Ford sedan. I was 4 years old and yelling "NO!they will get my clay." They did. My folks left white butcher paper on the floor for me to draw on before I ever went to preschool. In later years, my father, an attorney and politician, tried to discourage me from drawing, saying that it caused poverty. But, I have done art most of my life with very few pauses. It was what I wanted to do and I got to do it. I am happy about that.
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