48×48 canvas completed this month www.artstudioforchildren.com
Sunday afternoon, I was told a story so well that I felt I was in a living room even though we were with several hundred people.
It was the strangest thing. There were no sexist remarks, no racial slurs, no four letter words, no self deprecation, nothing grandmas would blush at or that would traumatize toddlers and yet it was funny. Really funny.
It was old fashioned story telling. And it was magnificent.