May 25, 2012 § 1 Comment
My family always encouraged my creative endeavors, but they were weary of wading through the photos and paper items that engulfed the living room. I gathered all the loose items and carted them to my tiny studio, which was already crammed with books and unfinished paintings. I cleared enough wall space to make room for some of the photos, and began attaching them to the wall with push pins. I noticed a letter in the pile that I hadn’t seen before. It was addressed to Orville Birdsall, Elm Creek, Nebraska.