An Artist’s Memories

When I was a kid my parents had some records - you know... those old vinyl records that you put on a record player? 🙂 Several of them were red, green and one was blue.  As a young, thoughtful color-lover that never dreamed she’d grow up to be an artist, I spent hours just holding them up to the light and staring at the colors.  This is one of my favorite plates.  Takes me right back to that childhood of laying on the floor staring through records.  I look back at my young self and see that I have always been a sensitive, color-loving artist, even when I was unaware of it.  Do you have anything that takes you back to your young self?