Giao WilliamsNJ, US
One of my favorite childhood memories, which dates back to when I was a mere 4-year-old, is of my father sitting with me at my Mickey Mouse Activity Desk, the two of us sketching and painting two side-by-side trees on the same piece of manila paper. It was a moment of parent-child bond. It was a moment of pure play. It was a moment that emboldened in me the love of creating and imparting images from my brain onto a tangible surface for anyone to see.
From that moment, I never stopped doodling and sketching and drawing. And my hand isn't even tired!
A graduate of The University of Notre Dame's College of Arts & Letters and the Illinois Institute of Arts Certificate Program in Graphic Design, I like to think I'm bringing a well-rounded individual to every project.
Inspiration can come in the form of a printed number, a swoop of a swallow's song, the green of a freshly mown lawn, the fuzzy pink of a striped sock, the crease in my bedsheet when I awake. I revel in the little moments the world presents, eyes wide open for that next wonderful spark that will move my pen to paper again.
I'm looking forward to sharing with you the gifts of artistic skill given me by my father and appreciation for pretty things given me by my mother!
Recipes By Giao Williams
This is a fancy-looking but very simple dessert I often bring to parties and potlucks when a dessert is requested. At this point I’ve come to be known for this trifle, even though I’ve mixed up my offerings and often bring non-trifle goodies. It’s easy to put together~ even easier with ready-made pudding, whipped cream, and frozen cream puffs.
When my sister and I were growing up, my mom was the primary chef in the house but my dad liked to create spur-of-the-moment snacks and meals whenever the opportunity would arise. One of my favorite good memories comes from when my dad was home with us kids while my mom was out for the afternoon and we asked for pizza (delivery pizza was such a special treat for us back in the early 80s) and he did one better and made us pizza toasts from what we had on hand in the house (sandwich bread, spaghetti sauce, ground beef, and American cheese singles). They were tasty and made with so much love. I am especially warmed by this memory since my father recently passed away. He was such a playful and inventive man who was always game to make his daughters happy with the resources he had on hand.