More Color Pigment Stores

Did you play with your food? My family was long gone from the dinner table while I was lining up peas in rows. Lots of people don't take artists seriously. And rightly so. We play with paint. Playing with pigments is primal, like making mud pies. Once you start playing you can't stop. And you're always looking for that ultimate art store - the answer to your dreams.

You might need a gondola to get there. I saw this shop first on Pigments through the Ages When I got to Venice I went searching. The Tourist office said the owner had died, but a similar shop could be found.

Lauren of Mâitress was just in Venice and took this mystery picture of the shop.

My first foreign 'candy store' was near The British Museum. I used to go to the BM to visit the master drawings collection. Afterwards I'd visit Cornelissen's looking for treasures. Their wall of glass pigment jars enthralls you the minute you walk inside.

When I was 5 - 7 years old, my dad dropped me every Saturday morning at finger painting class at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. After class I wandered in the Period Rooms till my Dad picked me up.

The Indian Temple room

The Japanese Ceremonial Teahouse

The French Monestary

These rooms provided my 1st taste of travel. It's never left me. My family called me "dreamy" and "head-in-the-clouds" No wonder. Many thanks to writer, Lauren of Mâitress and painter, R Chunn who helped me tell this story.