I'm at a loss for a Manifesto. Only in retirement, have I come back to do what I hoped to be when I grew up. My father wept when I took an art scholarship fearing I would starve. And he was right. I would have. I have used the skills learned, however, in some way, every day of my adult life at home and while working in a totally different field. I love having time now to respond to what I see and read. If the art I do makes you smile, cock your head and think, makes you laugh, appreciate the earth, the incredible talent that abounds around us… then, maybe, I might be getting close to what I wanted to be when I grew up.