Her name is Kay, she is a calligrapher, artist, friend of the family and my dad was her plumber. I had aways been an artist, though not in the traditional sense. My family didn’t encourage art or self expression. My mother told me my abstract paintings made her dizzy and my father said I would never be “one of them” (successful creative people). My sister recited that my photographs were not good because “I just didn’t have the eye for it”.

That is water under the bridge now but you should know the simple synchronicity that made the difference in my life. When I got to be a teenager, my dad took me with him on a small plumbing job at Kay’s home. In her living room stood an easel with a half painted painting on it and in awe  I said to myself — I want to create like that! About ten years later I ran into her, she saw my personal evolution and new gained freedom and asked how did I get out? My response is — because you showed me a way. THANK YOU KAY! #Gratitude #ArtistsMoments #Mentors #WakingInstants #PeopleThatMakeADifference #ThankYouKay

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