When I was young I remember my mother handing me a pen. It was felt tipped. Black. Brand new and it made a quick mark on a piece of paper and my heart just soared. I realized I could make that mark into anything I wanted. A dog, a car, a tree, anything. I had such power and an enormous joy filled me as I drew picture after picture and from that time to this I have never stopped. An artist was born. I come from a long line of woman artists, from my Mom straight back to my great great...more
