I believe the doorway to imagination is a great big door. The first time I walked through it I was five years old, sitting in my mother’s garden. I had a firsthand encounter with a fairy. Over in the blink of an eye, the memory stayed with me until my hands could finally accomplish what my heart had seen so long ago. Now when I close my eyes at the end of the day, my mind takes me on a journey to magical places. Sometimes the stories follow me back into the morning where I fill my studio with new art.
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