[Crowbob]

Due to the influences of my mother, a life-long inspiration of beautiful things and an appreciation of man's unrelenting desire to create them, I also try to create, to paint.

The walls of the stairs leading to the lower level of my home is a mural. Trompe l'oeil. An illusion of stones and blocks painted on mere wallboard. Drywall as it is known in some parts.

Anywho that wall, that amateurish attempt, is the subject of a college paper my daughter wrote that carries the title, 'Living In Art'.

Aha! My legacy.

No, it is not the wall and not the paper (for of course, I had not created that). It is my daughter, whom I had.