...there was a little girl who loved to draw pictures and gave them with pride to her father to hang in his office. One day she discovered her artwork in the back of a drawer in the spare room. She was dismayed but not deterred.
The girl grew older and stopped coloring, but she never stopped drawing. As she got bigger she grew afraid; afraid that she wasn't good enough, afraid that people could look into her paintings and see her self doubt.
But when she painted she found peace and stillness and a sense that everything is just as it should be. And after some time she found she didn't care quite as much and that she wasn't quite as scared. And she began to believe that maybe, just maybe, when people looked at her paintings some people might be able to discover extraordinary beauty in the everyday, to be reminded of their own talent and strength. Because really, when each person looks at artwork they see what they bring to the exchange.