Many thanks to Kid and Pal at the Saddle Up Saloon for allowing me to share my art and writing story with them.
“Hey Kid. I see ya got a innerview with Rochelle Wisoff-Fields this week. I ‘member her from ourfirst art showat the Saloon.”
“That’s right Pal, an’ thesecond art showin’too. Oh, here she is now. Howdy Rochelle!”
“Hello Kid, hello Pal.”
“Rochelle, many of us know you from yer blog where ya host and write fer Friday Fictioneers. But yer also a visual artist. When did ya first idennify as ‘artist’?”
“Kid, I can’t remember a time I didn’t identify as an artist. You might say I was born with a purple crayon clenched in my fist. Some of my earliest childhood memories include those of my Sunday school classmates fighting over my drawings.
My mother was slightly less enamored with my earliest works, saying she could never find a blank piece of paper because ‘Rochelle scribbled on every sheet.’”
“So which came first, the visual art…
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