Here it is: DaVinci's Man, one of my favourite works of art. It is wonderful. Somewhere in the house is the morph drawing that I did transforming the eagle side of a quarter into DaVinci's Man. I liked it... my art teacher did not. Then again, that art teacher didn't like me or anything that I did. My other art teacher, whom I loved, liked some pieces, loved others, didn't like some of them. He was biased toward me but kept an open mind about my artwork. I love that man. He was wonderful, and especially when I needed someone to see the value in me.