My sister is 5 years older than I am.  She bore the brunt of my machinations through middle school.  She bought a LOT of my clothes once she started working.  She has always been there for me when I needed her.  She more than anyone else has inherited little bits of me through the years.  When I went through a stained-glass stage, I gave her a box.  When I did pottery, she received a bowl.  When I began painting, she received one of my first.

It is one of my first paintings so it was just on a piece of canvas.  I didn’t think I was good enough to use a stretched canvas.  Its still one of my favorites, as is she.