I was recently asked when/how did I fist begin to express myself creatively. It took some digging, but I found this piece of artwork amongst my collection of personal memories. It is, quite literally, the first example I have of my being creative. I'd cut this little clown image out of a birthday card I’d recently received at the time. Apparently I'd used “grown-up scissors,” those big gnarly silver scissors of the 1970’s (my sister still has them). My parents helped me attach it to a piece of cardboard and I colored in a background, drawing a little tight rope across the bottom. While I don’t remember, I’m told I did this when I was two years old.