About a week ago I sat down with Francine West to discuss what she was working on for the upcoming Selfie exhibit, and how things were coming along. I was hoping to get to know her better and be able to answer a few questions I had jotted down in my notebook. I had a slight idea of where I thought our conversation would take us, but I never could have imagined where it would end up. I have known Francine all my life. She painted my first bedroom, and she has been a part of my Dad’s life since the time he was my age. All these years though, I never really knew this incredible woman. We had experienced countless introductions, as the words, “Francine, I’m sure you remember Sydney,'“ were uttered. I had seen her paint, I had seen some of her work, but I didn’t know her or her story.