Impressions of an Artist.....by Gale Wensel
I remember waking up in the mornings before school lying in bed and just listening to my parents talk. Dreading the school day in front of me, and anticipating my evening of play and free for all when that las dismissal bell rang at three. However, it was Tuesday and that meant 'Art class night'. My mom had constructed her own studio/classroom in the basement where aspiring artists and hobbyists gathered to 'ooh' and 'aah' at my Mother's
paintbrush strokes. By seven in the evening all of the students would have...more
