When we were young, we were all artist. The hours we spent putting crayons (or permanent markers) to paper, or the table and walls or wherever the color would stick and before our parents would notice were endless. For some, beaten by time and life, for many adults, we have become busy with life and leave the art to the "artists." I fell into this trap. It was 'til much later in my adulthood I restarted but I am happy to have picked it up again. Thank you for supporting.