babyshortie17

I remember the first time I saw someone painting. It was at a Fair. I was nine and couldn't sit still long enough for anything. In those 30 minutes, while I stood there captivated by the individual colors blended together to create a breathtaking work of art, the world stood still. I couldn't talk about anything else until my parents put me in a painting class. Looking back at that painting I can find hundreds of things wrong with it. Although it may be the worst one I've done it is my favorite. Everyone has to start somewhere. Right?... :)