An accurate readout of my inner mood, broad, expansive overwhelming with something embryonic emerging, bubbling up wanting to grow.
Autobiographical artwork. Not always unashamedly so.
This is from a very old archive. In the early 50’s I drew these at the Montessori school I was at. Here is what I wrote a four years ago when I shared this with some people:
“I went to a Montessori school for the first three years or so of my schooling. We could choose activities. I drew circles and painted them yellow. Thousands of them. Obsessional. My mother thought they were wonderful and kept them in a box! I don’t think I did it to please her though. I loved doing it. This is what they looked like.”
Of course the word Thousands stands out for me as I read this.