My sister wanted me to take back the pastel drawing of an Orangutan I had given her many years ago so that others would not take it after she passed.  She always loved monkeys and collected them and gave it a place of honor on her walls till her death at the beginning of this year.

One of my brothers then asked me if he could have it when I come up to visit him in the future.  I guess it must be a work of art and you never know what you are capable of until you try something.  Some of my art is mediocre and some I do really like.  When I was young, I hated everything I created.  Somehow I got over that as I got older.  Then the pendulum swung the other way for the fact that I loved everything I did, even if it was crap!