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The first time I remember that art was a special part of my life  was when I was a preschooler in my home church.  Maybe that’s why faith and art for me are intricately linked.  I loved my home church in Long Beach where I grew up.  My dad, a marvelous craftsman, had made the cross in the sanctuary and he made all the cribs in the infant’s room.  In my memory there were quite a few cribs so we must have had a lot of young families.  I remember looking in that nursery with the little choo choo train on the wall that said PVACC (for Palo Verde Avenue Christian Church).  Because of this particular early memory I am quite sure that I must have been very young and in one of those cribs as I viewed that wall.

It was in this little room that I sat, cross legged on…

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