My mother was an interior designer, something that shaped me in many ways. I was fortunate because I was surrounded by beautiful things, including artwork. Although none of the art was by any world-renowned artists it was nonetheless fine art. My mother even went on to discover a local Detroit painter who went to have quite a bit of success, Richard Jerzy.
Growing up art was part of the curriculum. (Tells you how old I am!) I would run home from school with my art project, usually a drawing or painting. I’d show it to my mother and that’s the last I ever saw of it. Nothing of mine was ever pinned to the refrigerator! I don’t say this to because I feel sorry for myself. I wouldn’t have wanted it on my refrigerator either. It was crap! I just think it may be a possible motivation for why I want to hang my paintings everywhere!