As a little girl, permanent marker in hand, I added the finishing touch to one of my father's oil paintings, (it was hung at the perfect level just above the living room couch.) I was famous for creating wonderful messes with construction paper and scissors, fashioning my own Halloween costumes, and choosing my daily wardrobe without regard for color theory (which deeply worried my mother.) I would nurse ailing insects back to health, belt out imaginary songs while traveling in the car, and direct secret meetings in the cupboard next to cans of tomato soup.
Not much has changed since then...although I now appreciate other artist's work as their own and, unfortunately, I'm finding it more difficult to fit into cupboards.
(You can read about my husband + the studio we share here: http://www.pauseli.us/about/)