In 1993, my sister and I were in a flea market. Even back then we had a lot of fun hunting for inspirational items. An old couple in a booth stopped us. An old woman wanted to sketch us. Her husband sketched my sister while she sketched me. She captured everything, from my mole to my heart shaped pendant. After our sitting, she placed my portrait in this very simple cardboard frame and then placed it in a plastic bag. I still have this portrait. It only cost me $20 but it is one of my most precious artworks in my studio. The kind old artist captured a moment in time, the year before I started university (living away from home for the fist time). The blank page where one chapter ends and a new chapter begins. She captured how my hair would always bunch up at the back of my neck. She is an amazing artist, but she added one feature that in reality I do not have. I do not have ear lobes. I often share the story of how all of us have quirky things about ourselves, our nuances, our special secret. My special secret is that God forgot my ear lobes. My kids laugh every time.
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