Growing up, my dad was a fisherman so we moved a lot. Things changed quickly with each new job but I always found comfort in art. We were not poor but not rich enough for me to have a barbie. I made my own dolls. OK, we were poor.
Art was my constant friend. As a kid, I drew and painted non stop to the point my parents were extremely worried about my future. They constantly bought me expensive books and encyclopedia hoping I would become academic but instead I drew on each page and cut shapes out of them. This killed my parent's hopes for me becoming an accountant or lawyer. And saved them money on buying books.
I loved her since I was 2 years old. This friend of mine allowed my brain to overflow and fly with colours and shapes and kept me from turning to harsh drugs during difficult times. I love you my constant friend!