For Throwback Thursday... here is a painting I made when I was just a wee lass of only 16! For anyone who is curious, that's... cough, cough... around 37 years ago. I knew that I was going to be an artist since around age 3, when it was noted that I had and obsessive love of Crayola Crayons and construction paper. In my early teen years I took drawing and painting classes at Montserrat College of Art and at The Sisters of Notre Dame in Ipswich, and a spark grew into a flame that still burns. This painting, one of my first experiments using oil paints, proudly hangs on a wall in my mother's bedroom, and is definitely, absolutely not for sale. Ever.