For as long as I can recall, my cousin Pat has been an avid supporter of my artwork. This art school “oldie,” resurrected from my storage locker, hung in my parents’ home for many years. When Pat expressed her fondness for the piece I promptly drove it to her home in Georgetown. To my delight she quickly cleaned off 40 years worth of dust and repaired and repainted my homemade frame. Back in the day I made my own, admittedly lousy frames and build and stretched my own canvases.