What are we without art?
I still remember, even today, the excitement I felt getting the 120 Crayola crayon box as a little girl. The newfound ability to design and draw with so many colors astounded me. I could color trees and leaves the way I saw them in various shades of brown and green, not just one. I sat on the cool tile floor in our living room with copy paper spread around me like a patchwork blanket covered in a multitude of colorful sketches. My love for art and expressing my imagination through it increased as I learned more and took more classes. When I reached adulthood, expensive pens, paints, and other materials limited what I could create and how often. The bargain products that produced lackluster results were the ones that I resigned myself to using. At least this gave me the chance to put paintbrush to canvas, and that alone brought me great joy. I agonized o...