“One of my first childhood memories is of lying on the floor with paper and crayons. I remember saying, “I don’t know what to draw”? My big Sister. who was lying next to me, said, ‘just draw circles”. And so, I did. I covered the paper in small circles with every color of crayon I possessed. I remember thinking it was the most beautiful thing I had even seen. My love of color was launched. “I figured out a way to quit working at 49 and moved to Todos Santos with the intent of picking up my crayons, which had now morphed into oil paint. Little by little I put those pretty colors next to each other and hope they are as good as that drawing I did when I was 3 years old.”