Here were my instructions....Ballet. Horses. Pink. Brown. Erin. Wait....ballet AND horses? I immediately felt intimidated by this 11 year old girl. She's already 100% more well rounded than I am. And she's 11!!!! I'm 28 and afraid of riding a horse. I've only ridden once. My horse's name was Jazz. I should have known better. Jazz rhymes with Spaz.
Here's the finished product...The "Erin"!
The coolest thing about this painting is that Erin's Dad ordered it for her. I thought it was sweet.