I remember doing this painting. What I remember most about this painting was the obsession to get my impression of Emmett Kelly, the famous circus clown, down on paper. I couldn’t rest until I did it, and my homeroom teacher was not amused when I disappeared into the art room to do it, without permission.
I was not amused about the fuss my Grandmother made over it, as I thought it crude and terrible, but Granny had it framed and she peddled it to various shows around Philadelphia as if it was her own. I would not be the artist, or human being, I am today without the care and love from that wonderful woman.
I have changed my mind about the Clown now. It was discovered many years ago in my mother’s attic, and I’ve had it hanging somewhere in my house ever since. I like the reminder that I was obsessed about art and painting early on, and that I slowly have gotten better at it!