participant : Cynthia M. S.
received : Uh, gee. When was this—1991 maybe?
media : coloured pen, marker, and the artist's media of choice—nail polish

When my Sister was born, my parents bought me a belt buckle.

My Mother and Father explained that a baby needs alot of attention and that though it may seem that some of the attention that I was accustomed to would be taken from me, my parents still loved me every bit as much. The gift was gesture to reinforce this sentiment. I thought the idea was a little ridiculous. I was six and a half years old and I was not about to be so immature as to be jealous of my new Sister. I was however, bothered by that belt buckle. Clothes were about the worst possible gift to a young child. And to my way of thinking a belt buckle ranked up there with socks. I must have been a little more than upset about the gift because I dragged that belt buckle across the sidewalk behind my green machine. In doing so, I scuffed up the cosmic relief that bore my namesake.

As sister and brother, Cynthia and I have had our share of fights. This is normal, this is natural. I have always been very protective of my Sister though, so much so that Cynthia still refers to me as her third Parent. Early in our development I realized how great it was to have a sister; this was a person I could play with and talk to. A friend who lived in the same house with me! I love my Sister and now I cherish that bruised belt buckle--I am holding it right now as I write this.

At the tyme that Cynthia had this piece she had painted a similar tree with a blue theme in acrylic on canvas. Knowing that I was very fond of that painting Cynthia reproduced it in miniature for this self portrait. This was when my sister first discovered nail polish.

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