How My Book Began

HowMy Book Began

My father painted watercolors, wrote poetry and carved large sculptures from logs. Often I watched him work in his studio. When I was five he started taking me to museums and art galleries. We discussed the work. His answer to my incessant questions often was: Use your imagination. When riding in the car I turned the people on the street into story characters. I’d pick out someone, build them a house, a family, a personality, and chose their problems. I’d write a chapter in m...