Malika Los Angeles, CA Our daughter began to draw what she saw in the world very early. She wakes up from vivid dreams, grabs a sheet of paper and illustrates the thunder and lightning, fairies and wizards, monsters and princesses from her nighttime imagination. Having grown up in America as a woman of African ancestry, so much of my life has been defined by race. I wanted my daughter, who is bi-racial (black&white) to determine for herself who she is and what she’ll become. It tickles me to see her self-portraits of a brave, dark-skinned girl with brown curly hair that falls off the paper’s edge.
