From as early as I can remember, art was my way of processing the world around me. Quiet afternoons with paper and pencils became my sanctuary, especially during those sometimes turbulent childhood years when everything felt big and new. But it wasn't until my drawing was chosen for an art show that something magical happened.

My grandmother, Minna, didn't just congratulate me on my award. She did something that seemed simple at the time but meant everything to a young artist: she had my drawing framed and hung it proudly above her couch. Not tucked away in a bedroom, but right there in her family room where everyone could see it.

Me & Grandma Min, 1982

Today, that same drawing sits in my studio. After my grandparents passed away, it came back to me - a bit worn by time but carrying decades of love and encouragement within its frame. When I look at it now, I see more than just my early artwork. I see a grandmother's love and the incredible power of someone believing in you before you fully believe in yourself.

Maybe you have someone like this in your life too - someone who saw your spark and helped it grow. Sometimes the smallest gestures of support can light a path that lasts a lifetime.

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