I was born with an artistic DNA strand. At 4, I was already attempting to duplicate drawings from children’s books in my birthplace of England. I was soon in a healthy competition with my identical twin brother, who was doing the same thing.
Arriving in America at the age of 8, I was placed in third grade at Chadds Ford School in Chadds Ford, Pa. Two grades ahead of me was Jamie Wyeth, of the renowned Wyeth family. Artist Andrew Wyeth, Jamie’s father, would judge the school’s annual art show. It was a big deal to see this larger-than-life prominent American master take the time to judge this anticipated event. In fourth grade, I managed to grab grand prize honors over Jamie, who was already spring-boarding to national fame that year, 1958. (Perhaps nepotism wasn’t his father’s style.)
