These are the Bowl People and here are their stories.....
They were young and carefree, and after all, what could be better?
She was pleased to represent the County Fair as Queen in the parade, but was secretly anxious to get back to her gardening.
She wrote horror stories after her work was done, and hoped to be the first in her community to be published.
She simply worried too much.
Every evening she fed him, and he soon learned to trust her completely.
They looked forward to the future, which promised to be brighter than ever.
They traveled far and wide, the three of them.
“Fact is,” he said, “I like them both, and they get along too.”
It was a gentlemen’s agreement, even if they were not.
It was grand to have such a devoted grandson.
While others her age dreamed of prince charmings, she longed to see the world.
She could wait for hours like that – her patience and determination were great.
He would stand by them the rest of his life. He hoped it would be a long one.
They tried to convince him he would like having a baby sister….
He was happy to have a new family, new friends, and a new suit – but he would ditch the bow as soon as he could.
Dexter was not happy to start school this Fall – but "what was the alternative?", he wanted to know.
He was under their tutelage, learning the ways of the world – according to them.
He was a good guard dog, but he was free to show his gentle compassionate side with many waggings, grinnings, and kissings.
They didn’t have much –not by most people’s standards – but they never complained.
In her hand she held the photo that she would pass down to her children. “It is the only reminder of our roots,” she explained,” and I think it will inspire us to keep our faith.”
They were eager for their weekly tennis lesson, and practiced at home after school.
She was still single. People were confused by this: was it her choice, or her fate?
They walked alike, they talked alike, at times they even shocked alike.
It was a gorgeous night under the stars – just the two of them – and he proposed all over again. This time, she accepted.
He was not really a patient man, but he knew how to look unfettered.
She daydreamed shamelessly and often.
His bark was worse than his bite.
They rode comfortably together: daughter feeling snuggled and secure, father enjoying teaching her to ride, and the horse munching contentedly on all the fruit he could find.
She waited patiently.
A dapper young man wears a bowling hat for almost any occasion. He was no exception.
“Mother dresses me in sailor suits,” he whispered, “but when I am older, I want to be a farmer!”
Now that he had his diploma, he intended to broaden his horizons.
He asked her to marry him that very day – and she accepted!
It was their first quarrel, and she was not about to give in.
Their haircuts matched their favorite shape!
She knew perfectly well what they said about her -- they called her "a heavy thinker", but she was only mildly musing.
People mistook them for married, but they were after all, brother and sister. 
Sister Kittie wore her winner’s ribbon everywhere. “I feel so proud!” she exclaimed, “that I am afraid I might burst!”
She vowed when she was old, she would wear purple.
She was always prepared for a formal invitation.
It was the only home they could afford, “It’s small, but we’re happy,” they told their friends; “we wouldn’t have it any other way.”
It was she alone – well, she and the fruit, of course. “There is plenty of room,” she would champion, under her breath.
They preferred the dining room chair, and could share it easily.
She didn’t quite fit in. “Even the fruit is out rolling about!” she cried..jpg)
They had always wanted a baby girl. They were proud parents.
Father put his foot down. Sometimes he just couldn't believe what this world was coming to..jpg)
They knew they would be happy here. “We have many plans for the future,” they said, “including additions to the family!”
As their family grew, they added on. “The children each have their own space, and this works out well for them, “they said. They lived in complete harmony this way..jpg)
Lanky and freckled, he clowned around constantly. “Aww,” he said,” it’s harmless funnin'.”
They were a family of four. “We believe that two children per family is just right,” they told their friends.
“He is very comfortable here with me,” she said. “He always behaves and never begs,” she added.
The youngest slept soundly at night,and played safely in the day.
She came from a long tradition of sitting in wait. Her flowing skirt spilled out of the bowl, as she perched among the pomegranates.
Blue seemed a good color for the baby’s room. 
They came down from the mountains and enjoyed complete safety..now where did he go?
They loved to dress up and perform as the sisters they always wanted.
"There is a Slight Crack in my Favorite Vessel" 48" x 36" $1200
"Juggler Blue Vessel Martini" 48" x 36" $1200
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