Oona Lewis Like many artists, my childhood was filled with glue and glitter, paints and Play-Do. And who could forget the endless supply of crayons, so beautiful and fragrant, I actually ate the yellow ones. Thanks to my loving mother, Ann Wilson Payne, who kept me saturated with supplies and lessons, and never cared if I colored outside the lines and vehemently defended my left-handed tendencies, I developed an early and profound appreciation for the creative process, its power to express, to heal and to uplift.

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