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Twisting and twirling in my fathers desk chair, clucking in a boredly fashion, I peer around his office. The walls are splattered with paint and the paintings are cluttered on the floor. I gaze over at the mirrors in the corner, sand blasted with images of Marilynn Monroe and Joe DiMaggio. I stick my tongue out and shift my head to fall in place with Marilynns hair. Giggling, I twirl again in his desk chair and hear my father whistle for me to go. This was my usual morning when I was six years old. My father would walk me to school after he was done with his morning errands and I would sit atop his shoulders bobbing my way along to 1st grade.<br>
On my way to school I payed attention to peoples faces, whilst sitting atop my fathers shoulders I would try to understand what people were thinking while they walked to their destinations. Some were happy, some were sad, and some had no expressions at all. So I made an effort to grinningly smile at each and every person as I rode my way along to school. I wanted to see if a universal gesture would affect someone. More often than not, people would not respond and just carry on. However, when few people did peer up at my oddly grinning smile they let out a smirk or sometimes a grin. I loved it. I wanted a reaction and I wanted someone to remember that little girl sitting atop her fathers shoulders.
That desire to pull out a reaction or emotion never left me. As I got older, I grew into my fathers shoes with a passion for art. On a school trip to MOMA in 4th grade, I saw Henri Matisses painting, Dance (I). I remember my classmates were appalled at the bare figures dancing. I saw a reaction in their faces, perhaps it was a reaction of distaste or shock, but it was amazing to see someones vision pull an emotion out of a person. After that incident I realized that not only can a childs grinning smile evoke an emotion from a person, but art can also. Art is also a universal language.