Their garage also serves as their art studios, as both my parents are artists. My mom paints horses, my dad paints cows. My mom uses wild, passionate brush strokes and my dad – being of engineering background, and sound mind – carefully measures out his spaces and proportions.
This artist child is the exact middle of engineer father and artist mother. Sometimes rational, sometimes crying at coffee commercials.
This aspen painting reflects the morning glow in a quiet winter forest. It is inspired by my plane ride to South Carolina, where my son and I watched with awe out the window as the sun rose across a brilliant pink sky. Traveling with my boy is one of my greatest pleasures.