Imagine a shy little girl opening a birthday gift and finding one of the art pads for kids. The other children at her party separate into their little cliques and once again she is content to stand aside and watch the others play. The adults encourage her to play with the other little girls; the other little girls wave her over, but the girl is too shy to make a move. She doesn’t want to move. She cannot speak. She smiles and sits down, watching the kids enjoy her party. Sometime during the chaos of Pin the Tail on the Donkey and the call for cake and ice cream, she pulls the art pad over, grabbing a stubby pencil from the table. The girl sketches what she sees all around her. They are rough because she is young, but anyone can see that there is something magical happening here.
In the years following that party, she goes through hundreds if not thousands of art pads, notebooks and even scraps of paper she has found laying around. Her technique improves with every new project. In high school, the girl is accepted into an art program usually reserved for students much older than she is. She finds an art program and is whisked away to Paris to study on a full scholarship. There is no stopping her and why would anyone want to? When she comes back, she is a much different girl; the shy girl who watched life from beneath a fringe of bangs is gone now. In her place is a woman who holds her head high with confidence and wears the latest fashions. She carries a fashionable bag, but always, beneath her arm is a portfolio, filled with her latest work and in the back, the cover from that long ago art pad, to remind her.
Finally, she gets her big break, a private, headlining showing in a local art gallery. The media buzzes around the event and art critics from all over are in attendance. One of her paintings, a favorite of hers, sells for more money then the girl would have ever dared to dream about. The next day, still giddy from her success, the girl goes for a walk stopping to window shop here and there. She sees a group of children in the playground of a local daycare and notices one little girl sitting all alone, watching the other kids play. She smiles a little and notices a hobby shop. She goes inside and buys several art pads for kids, taking them over to the day care center and asking that they be handed out to all of the little kids there.