I started working with artists in Ohio, and we started a thing called Art Night where people would bring their work and present it. It grew from six people to over 200. It was very positive.

When you are depressed, you shouldn't listen to sad music, watch sad movies nor paint sad or negative things.

Most of the galleries are glorified frame shops; I wanted this to be a true gallery. I wanted it to be diverse. We have abstracts, westerns... people have too many tastes to only allow one sort of art here.

When he saw this place, he started crying and said this is exactly what he needed. He hasn't painted anything in a year...and I told him I would hold his feet to the fire and I would hold him accountable.

The two stared together into a future that held as much pain as promise, as much sorrow as sunshine...

the drama below and the drama above could easily collide at any moment

I wish I could have healed your misery, quenched your sorrow.

The kernel of truth sank into the fertile soil of [her] imagination, possibilities for a happy resolution suggesting themselves in vague flashes of potential and promise...