My sister is 5 years older than I am. She bore the brunt of my machinations through middle school. She bought a LOT of my clothes once she started working. She has always been there for me when I needed her. She more than anyone else has inherited little bits of me through the years. When I went through a stained-glass stage, I gave her a box. When I did pottery, she received a bowl. When I began painting, she received one of my first.
It is one of my first paintings so it was just on a piece of canvas. I didn’t think I was good enough to use a stretched canvas. Its still one of my favorites, as is she.