I remember I was about 13 when I took up art classes. It was great I felt free and there was nothing like the sense of accomplishment. I started with pencil drawing and did just that for a long time, I remember getting bored with it at times, but I remember my teacher telling me “if you know how to pencil draw. Well you will know how to do just about anything. I remember my grandmother hanging my pencil drawings all over the house. When I was about 14 I tried my hand at anime drawings or animated drawings and that was kind of fun. I remember all of my friends liking my caricatures. Today I teach my kids to paint; I think I do it mainly by just having them around it all the time. My eldest grew up around my oil painting. I was always taking brushes out of her little toddler hands. I took her on photographic excursions and would let her draw on her own while she watched me. But I never gave her any real formal training in art. I mean, there have been a couple of times when we went on line and learned how to draw manga and things like that, but nothing serious. As she got older she did take a drawing class and we practiced line drawings and such. She then asked for a couple of photo shop classes but that were about it. Today she studies graphic arts and is on the dean’s list of honours. She called me yesterday and was all excited because a local art gallery has decided to carry her work. Do you think maybe there is something to the idea that creativity is inherited? I really wanted her to be an artist because it’s such a beautiful career.