"Clogger" | 8x8 in | Oil on canvas panel
An original oil painting by Greta Rhuberg.
Clogging is integral to who I am now, because it was an integral part of my girlhood. On the way to my clogging lessons as a child, my grandmother would play me music that made me sing along, laugh, cry, or just stare out the window and marvel at the beauty of life, or whatever you do as a 6 year old in loud shoes and no sense of rhythm. Be loud, dance like nobody’s there, and listen to good music with a strong beat.
An original oil painting by Greta Rhuberg.
Clogging is integral to who I am now, because it was an integral part of my girlhood. On the way to my clogging lessons as a child, my grandmother would play me music that made me sing along, laugh, cry, or just stare out the window and marvel at the beauty of life, or whatever you do as a 6 year old in loud shoes and no sense of rhythm. Be loud, dance like nobody’s there, and listen to good music with a strong beat.
An original oil painting by Greta Rhuberg.
Clogging is integral to who I am now, because it was an integral part of my girlhood. On the way to my clogging lessons as a child, my grandmother would play me music that made me sing along, laugh, cry, or just stare out the window and marvel at the beauty of life, or whatever you do as a 6 year old in loud shoes and no sense of rhythm. Be loud, dance like nobody’s there, and listen to good music with a strong beat.