One night, during my senior year of high school, I came home early from being out with my friends and wanted to paint. I went out into the garage and grabbed a ladder and started painting on one of my bedroom walls. The next morning my parents came into my room and said, "Oh cool, you're painting your wall. I like it!"
At the time it didn't seem like such a big deal, but looking back now, they gave me a lot of artistic freedom. There is a lot of underlying support in that kind of attitude. I have never been afraid to try new things in my art, and I think a lot of that has to do with times like that.
Anyway...here it is, circa 1992-1993?

Looking at it tonite, I pray that I will be able to always support my children's dreams and adventures in a special way.
Thanks for looking back with me.:)
Have a happy weekend.
xo,
Chrissie