Many projects have just disappeared- lost, given away...stolen. Some examples:
1) Caricature done in felt pen of my 3rd grade substitute teacher nicknamed "Sarge" all dressed up in military garb with medals, ribbons and bars.
2) Mosaic of President Richard M. Nixon made with a variety of dried beans.
3) My 4th grade entry poster for the school environmental contest of a U.S. flag flying proudly from a pole stuck in a garbage heap-very controversial.
4) A papiermache camel covered in yellow tissue paper-given to my Dad, taken to his office where it resided until one day he comes in and it isn't there.
We still have this pine cutting board that I made when I joined the 4H in 3rd grade. After I made this for my Mom I quit the club and went rogue...I wasn't 4H material.
My first camera was a Kodak Instamatic. As soon as I got it I rounded up a couple of friends and we rode our bikes out to the airport to take some pictures of airplanes taking off and landing. It was a small town airstrip. We sat in the grass beyond the runway outside the barbed wire and shot a roll of film. Most of the photos were blue, uniform blue-not a cloud in the sky. In some of the pictures you can see a tiny airplane in the sea of blue. I accidentally clicked the shutter of the camera and took a picture of my Hang Ten socks and Keds. It ended up being the most interesting picture on the whole roll as compared to the other slides of blue nothingness.
Finally broke out of finger paints & crayons and into 3D. A pinecone spray painted gold then stuck in the bottom of a milk carton with some plaster. A little glue, glitter, tinsel and ornaments and you've got a holiday gift for the parents.
When I was 4 I illustrated and wrote a book (a teacher's aide had to do the writing, but make no mistake, I was the brains behind it).
While on a family vacation in southern California my parents and siblings walked off and left me standing alone in front of the volcano at Knott's Berry Farm , hence the prevalent images of volcanoes. Whenever I brought it up Mom would cringe and insist "It was an accident".