I decided that it was time to paint a self portrait... at age 5 that is. When I was that age my parents lived on a small farm at the point where Federal Blvd. and the Boulder Turnpike intersected in Westminster, Colorado. I have fond memories of living there even though it was only for a brief period of my life before the State exercised their right of eminent domain. We literally lived "Old McDonald's Farm" and every animal had a name. The animals I remember most were the chickens, it was my job to help gather the eggs, our ducks Huey, Louie and Louise, our dog Bob, our goat Nanny, our horse Beauty, and my calf Penny, so named because she was copper colored like a penny. I'm sure my memory was prompted by the photo that led me to paint this self portrait. The easiest thing about the painting was not remembering exactly what I looked like. I do remember my red cowboy boots as they were a favorite. My sister thinks it looks like me when I was little so I will go with her expert opinion. I especially hope my family will enjoy this one.
