Just a Girl Named Cate

The Quarter was over run with teens today. Apparently, there's a religious convention of mostly teenagers and they were all being very touristy in and around the streets where I live. I think it's great that they're here. Lord knows New Orleans can use all the tourist money it can muster. But it was all so hectic and crazy and made me want to just come inside, shut my door and paint.

I ended up painting something different this evening. I think it was inpired by all the hullabaloo just outside. I looked at those kids that are visiting New Orleans, many, I'm sure, for the first time, and I see nothing but hopes and dreams in their eyes. In many ways, I admire that becuase I know I never had that when I was their age. I like to think I understand it better now, and I feel excited thinking about where I want to be and what I want to do. Hope is a good thing, I guess. But it's something I'm still getting used to.