Make Your Mark
Why an Art Practice Matters (A Story I Don’t Tell Often)
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I just got back from my grandson’s transitional kindergarten classroom.
There was art.There was relationship.There was that soft, steady feeling that happens when people are making something together.
And it stirred up a memory I haven’t shared in a long time.
My art practice began in 1989.
I was married with a newborn. Elizabeth was just a couple of months old. My oldest son was four. My…