I am a late bloomer to the world of visual art. In fact, I don’t think that I was given a coloring book as a child. My perception of myself in adult life was that I couldn’t draw a decent crooked line. My medium and artistic expression, while I was acting the role of corporate executive manifested by my choice of color, texture, line and form when I got dressed each morning. That should have been my first clue that the right side of my brain was oozing for some focused attention.
My embellishments were outlandish and overdone. For me, less was not more. I wasn’t properly attired unless I bedazzled with glitz and glam. In the fashion world, it would have been known as high couture, but in my world, I stuck out like a sore thumb with stodgy corporate good ole boys!
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