June 24, 2001: The painting of a little girl in the rain

Although the raincoat worn is too big—I’m still willing to chase the colors of a rainbow. Bring me any color and I’ll reach into it and pull from it a purpose. With this mind, if I don’t constantly bring something to life—it’ll turn around and bite me. I fear taking a class based on the fundamentals of art—if the average mind is to be related with, what distance could a trained thought walk? Do I think I’m great? I’m an artist in search of happiness—how great can that be?