Crayons and colouring books were
once my treasured companions. Luckily for my parents they were the
packaged babysitters of my
early childhood. I became
adept at neatly and evenly
colouring within the bold, black
outlines of cartoon characters. What a sense of accomplishment! In grade three, I painted my own
version of a goofy giraffe.Suddenly
I was more than dexterous;
I might actually have some talent! My parents then sent me
for private art lessons. Mrs. Kushmario was a beautifully
coiffed,cultured European...more
