My first memory of being captured by art was in my grandmothers home in Texas. She was very artistic with quilting and sewing, but at times would take classes in art using mediums such as charcoal and pastel. I remember standing and staring at a charcoal drawing she had done and was framed in her dining room. It captivated me, even as a small child. When we would enjoy a sweet afternoon or morning out on her huge porch, sitting in her double glider, she would sketch small things and give the paper and pencil over to me to try. My favorite subject, even then, was horses. She would encourage me and we would giggle at the funny subjects we came up with.
