An Artist Is Created

I believe some people are born artists to be an artist…they are fated… while in others, not so destined, an artist is created: She gave her parents a portrait she had drawn a portrait of her family… The three of them smiling, holding hands next to their house and a tall green tree. She had filled her page with color they thought…what a beautiful sight from the individual green blades of grass to the yellow sun…shining bright. "It's so beautiful! " Her parents said. "You even captured our expressions! " From the moment she gave it to them it became a prized possession. For a while it hung on their refrigerator for their friends and family to see. ehere they would marvel at her choice of colors and her use of symmetry. Until the day her parents took it down and joyfully exclaimed, "This is such a beautiful piece of art…it's time to get it framed." It has hung on their wall ever since. Even now when their daughter visits she's elated… as she remembers that day… all those years ago when an artist was created.