my view

This is the view i grew up with. I had a very small bedroom, just big enough for a bed a dresser and a little yellow table my grandmother got me at a garage sale. It had two plastic yellow chairs and i loved it. it was mine...i would often sit at it in front of my window, with the shade up, listening to my little red transister radio, and try to make my own books or draw princesses. I would look at the tree outside and watch the cows in the feild in front of the house...I could sit there for hours and do nothing but look out my window....

Everyone needs a window with some sort of view...i think...or at least i do....But, i think this window and the view contributed to alot of the little details that i see in things, the tiny leaves, the birds, the slant of the road and the necessity of perspective in a drawing....this window taught me a lot...i miss it...