“And don’t worry, if anyone tries to hurt you, I’ll kick their ass so hard, they’ll think they were hit by a tornado.” “Like the storm that takes Dorothy to Oz?” I ask. “Exactly like that,” he says. Art is my tornado. He came into my life like a cyclone, and ever since, I have been in my own version of Oz. My life was once sepia toned, one color, bland. Now it is a rainbow world of excitement and anticipation.
