by 12 years old Taylor Wells
It is a Saturday afternoon and once again I am sitting at an art gallery watching my mom draw another portrait. She yells at her art work for not turning out the way she wants and then takes a break, going outside while I sit watching the gallery, looking at the amazing pictures and paintings. She comes back in and works on her portrait again. She starts to get it to work then gets mad again and side tracked. I watch it all. We come back home and she goes to finish her commission painting. I watch my mother paint and sketch. Continue reading →
