How it all started

It all started with this, three years ago.

A drawing of a dress.

Which lead to a drawing of another dress…

and another dress…

to more drawing of dresses…

Which lead to drawing piles of clothing…

and to drawing my fabric stash.

Which became a show and lead to a second show the following year.

I was talking to friend earlier this week on how fall is a time to reflect. Which reminded me of these drawings and in a round about way this summer, I’m not sure why but it did. This summer had the pleasure of meeting up with my first art teacher Annalisa.

I started taking painting lessons from her when I was 12 and continued until I left home to study at art school. Every Saturday I was at Annalisa’s house from 10am until noon painting. Not only did I love the time I spent with her learning but I also very much enjoyed her company and especially her stories of Denmark, where she is from. We had a lovely time eating and visiting this summer, it had been far to long.  I’d like to think I’ve made her proud!