I’m myself by my mother’s design. There’d be days when she took my brother and I to the movies. W’e’d get to the theater for matinee and When she saw my interest in art from seeing my crayon graffiti on the walls and catching my pause our big-back TV to trace from the screen, she locked in. She bought me books and materials. She empowered me to never need to work under anyone because she nurtured my creativity.