When I was little, I had a pencil virtually glued to my hand. I made ‘art’ every day, several times a day, Even though I was no great talent, there was nothing I enjoyed as much as drawing, except reading.
Growing up, I fell in love with the written word, and, while I kept busy with crafts, from soapmaking to salt dough dolls, art fell by the wayside—until middle age and children brought it back, first through scrapbooking, then through stamping, mixed media and collage.
But just before art disappeared from my life, when I was about 12, I made my first proper collage. It was a school project, born from the mind of an enlightened teacher. My parents kept it all these years, and it was fun to look at it again. It is very rough, of course, but it is the first seed of my collage passion. Here it is.