When I was 15 I got the chickenpox, and I got them bad. They were everywhere and they left scars I still see everyday on my face and shoulders.  During those two weeks I remember three good things vividly. My mom bought me my favorite ice cream from Baskin Robbins, my friend Rachel delivered to me some homemade herbed braided bread, and I was introduced to Anne of Green Gables. I do not remember if the book or the 1985 series with Megan Follows came first but it doesn’t matter to me.  More visible than the scars on my face is the impression this story had on me.  I related to Anne’s distracted imagination and her big feelings.  The ability to be boundlessly happy and later in the depths of despair. I related to her trying to hide her feelings but not being able to. And I absolutely became a helpless romantic, longing for my own love story one day and hoping I wouldn’t push it away as she did.  More than any of these things, I fell in love with the idea of Prince Edward Island. The way the Author described this place made me long to be there, and to live in a place with wide open spaces and fields filled with tall grass and glowy evenings.  I never knew if I’d be able to go or if it would live up to what I had in my mind.  It did.  It was everything I had hoped it would be and I got to go there with the love of my life.  It’s a day I will always remember and so this painting will serve as the feeling memory for me.  The feeling that a dream come true.  A feeling so big it didn’t fit inside of me, and I had to twirl.