As a child I loved to watch as my grandmother stood at her easel on the back porch of their Walnut Creek home in California. She would be busy creating a beautiful oil painting as she often did in those days. I could hear the sounds of my grandfather in the garage building the frames that would adorn her every painting. I loved to think about the day I would be painting just like my grandmother. One of my favorites is a floral piece that she painted which continues to inspire me today. She has passed to me her love for the creative arts, and her spirit...more
