As the grandkids got older, it became apparent that although they shared a large room, they should each have their own room. I knew I would have to give up my darkroom and return it to a bedroom. The emotional and burdensome journey of selling and giving away equipment, book and tools of 35 years began.
Once done the room needed to be repainted. One day I gathered some paints and brushes, for the kids. My instructions were minimal, do whatever you want, splash the paint however desired, a la Jackson Pollack, Monet, Basquiat or more traditional. They chose their own style it seems. (We eventually did over the whole room!)
As result of the process and many hours of learning, I’ve been rewarded with productivity I hadn’t envisioned, a more diverse body of work, and two happy kids.
