Is Someone Watching Me?
“Mom! Look at this!” I hold up my artwork. Horses. Princesses. Flowers. Mermaids. Castles. Repeat. I remember when I wanted to be a visual artist. Drawing after drawing of the above subjects, in just about every creative combination you could think of. I’d show these drawings to my mother, filled with delight and joy because I had made something that I deemed beautiful. Then I grew…
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June 16, 2014