by cassandra barney
isn't it whimsical and yet, so profound?
see, my mother is an artist.
it's simply what i grew up with.
it's what i know.
just like boys grow up to watch sunday afternoon football,
i grew up with a deep-rooted love for art.
the smell of a canvas spread with fresh mixed oil paints,
the sophistication of ink smudged across fingertips
...and the stain of watercolors left on the paint palette.
i realize it's no ball game.
but it's what i love.