...but when the afternoon came around and no one had shown any interest in my work, I felt frustrated. I've wanted to be an artist ever since I was a tadpole, but few people seem to appreciate my abstract style.
So I abandoned my display to go on a short walk - to see what I was up against, I guess. When I came upon a gorgeous collection - yours, Miss Diddi - I just lost it. The form...the colours...the texture...it was just breathtaking.
I realized that my work would never measure up. I got angry at myself; I got angry at how I would have to fall back on welding to earn a living. And then...