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!