karianneartsy

My parents discovered that I was good at coloring when I was about four, or so I've been told. From that point on, they fostered my creative genius with crayola crayons (if I was lucky, the big box with the sharpener built into the back) and a themed coloring book for every occasion  you could possible imagine. By the time I was five, I had won my first coloring contest, and by the time I was six, I had won enough that people starting asking me about my career. Adults everywhere would lean down, pinch my cheeks, and ask in higher-pitched-voice-than-normal if I was going to be an artist when I grew up. I don't think they expected an answer. B