Dream a little Dream of You

I am part Native American, a very small part, on my mothers side. Her natural mother was a half blood,it was called. She wasn't beautiful, and she wasn't a great woman, she ended up losing all of her children adopted out by the state. My mother and my Aunt Gladys were adopted by the Kuenzis who I knew as grandparents. I heard the storys of Indians, and what we as a country did to them as a people, and I am a soft soul. My heart broke for that part of me that was Indian too. I try to honor them, with good thoughts and blessings and I love to draw those who have caught my eye.

Someday I will paint how I feel

For now it's Flowers.  Someday I will paint how I feel. I want to be an artist who portrays a story of emotion. I want to move someone.  I tried years ago, but had little if any skill at rendering anything looking real. So now it seems I run out of time , I am a new grandmother, don't get  me wrong I am thrilled to be one, but I pay a cost , a yearning to learn skills before I am too old or sick. I have little time to do what I really want to for myself.