I’ve been going through some childhood photos and I came across this one. According to the date on the back, I was 5 years old here (40 years ago!).
I’m standing next to two pictures I drew of my mother (with Crayola crayons – loved all those colors!). I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world (still do!).
No matter what honors or accolades I receive as a professional artist … nothing can measure up to that excellent feeling that comes when you’re a little girl, and you bring your drawing home from school, and your mother praises it and puts it up on the refrigerator!
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