Feb 26, 2017
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You see things I just can’t. Splotches are duckies. Swishes are flowers. You blend colors out of your enthusiasm to swirl pigments to paper- any surface, really. You are so focused and driven to create what you see in your mind. You are too little to remember or fully know your Great Grandma Florence, but I see bits of you in her when you paint. It’s our family tradition and it’s in our blood I think. Keep seeing things and making them come alive no matter what you do, dear one. I so love your passion.
“But mom, I NEED to paint. I’m an Artist!”