My sister posted this picture of us on the book of faces this morning. I don’t remember ever seeing it. While it must be over forty years old, I don’t remember when it was taken. Mom was definitely pretty. My younger sisters were definitely cute. As I look at it now though, I am struck by something…nobody would have recognized the invisible artist in the photo. There she is though; the little red-haired girl on the far right. I’d always thought folks were deliberately ignoring my dream to be an artist—as if they thought I couldn’t possibly have it. But no, it just didn’t show.