A Trip Down Memory Lane.


Anna's memory lane.

Anna's memory lane.

My daughter Anna discovered the box we keep all her art in. She had a wonderful time wandering through her many drawings, paintings, and other creations. I hadn’t looked in the box in awhile, and what surprised me was just how much stuff was packed into that small container. And now I have to put it all back.

Anna drew a map.


My 5 year old daughter drew a map of our neighborhood, and I was surprised at how accurate it was. She wasn’t happy with how our house looked so she crossed it out and redrew it. The cross hatching in the lower right corner represents our neighborhood park, and the houses in the top part of the map represent her cousin’s house, and her friend’s house. I especially like the dotted lines in the middle of the streets.

Like a child.


Child like?

Child like?

This painting from my Long Series contains a drawing I did with my daughter. She was asking me how to draw things, and telling me how to draw things, and together we did this this child like drawing that can really be described as a forgery since I did most of the work.

Anna’s abstracts.


Scribbles and bar.

Scribbles and bar.

My daughter refers to drawings and paintings like these as her abstracts. She will often declare what she intends to work on when she comes into the studio. She’ll say, “today I’ll do abstracts”, or “today I’ll draw real stuff”. When I tell her abstracts are also real she gives me one of her looks, and tells me I’m being silly. I think I’m right though. Abstracts are real.

Ribbons.

Ribbons.

Hand print.

Hand print.

Anna's scribble.

Anna's scribble.

An arch.

An arch.