Like most kids, my daughter Becca loved to color and draw. When we lived in a Lakewood double from 1991 to 1995, the steep stairwell leading up to our second-floor apartment was lined on both sides with her artwork, and we called those two walls the Museum of Rebecca Art. To this day, the door to my bedroom wears a 3D piece she did in the first grade: you see a door and the legend "I image that I open a door and see diamonds flying around inside the door" and, sure enough, when you open the door, there are diamonds flying around inside.
In 2000, during her freshman year at Choate, Becca did this pastiche of a Matisse in an art class, and I asked her to give it to me for Father's Day. She did, and I had it matted and framed at Pat Catan's and hung it in the living room.
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