As far back as I can remember I have painted pictures. If it were possible to have come out of the womb with a brush in the hand…then that would have been me. The first fourteen years of my life, I studied art with my grandfather, a medical illustrator, Dr Frank H Netter. When my friends were napping, I was in the studio painting. Not a day went by that I wasn’t painting. At the end of each day, my grandfather would stop working and we would critique each other’s work; what was good, what was bad, and where we needed to...more
