Early Impressions

My earliest encounters with art were often insignificant. They consisted of trips to local art centers during the holidays where I saw train collections, and quiet landscape paintings. Somehow I can still remember dipping my hands in black ink and rolling them across cold white paper on what would soon to be my cafeteria table in elementary school. It all started with a hard knock on the glass window to the door of my kindergarten class. My school secretary Jackie walked in with a police officer a couple steps behind her and whispered “they need to be put in the system” with a stack of papers over her mouth.

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