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Once upon a time I was a frequent visitor to art museums, galleries and art-focused events. I was lucky that it was part of my job to regularly go and peruse art.
For as long as I can remember I painted, sketched and assembled. My parents learned early on that I could be kept busy (read: quiet) for hours with a simple notepad and pencil. As a tiny girl I drew up couture fashions for my paper dolls and then later learned to sew and stitch up chic duds for Barbie, Ken and Skipper. I made all my own Barbie furniture taking care of every last detail like making itty bitty candelabra candles out of the red wax that you could peel from the edges of sliced bologna, a favorite after-school snack. I could turn a paper towel tube into eight million things.
These days my time for that kind of creativity along with trips to museums and galleries are spare, so I catch it where I can.