When I was in high school, I followed the artwork of a fabulous painter in my home town. He worked in bright colors and brought some of my favorite landmarks (an old factory, the "has been" 1950's diner etc.) to life in compositions that seemed like a visual version of jazz. Although his work was representational, it was also fun. He once told me that he was astounded when people remarked about his work "My 3 year old could do that". He said "I want to respond ... that's great ... produce your three year old ... I'd like to see this ..."
I thought of his remarks immediately when we heard Marla's story.