I have been drawing all my life. It started with the usual baby doodles, and soon progressed to the princesses, fashion models, and horses that populate the imaginations of so many little girls. By the time I was seven I had written and illustrated my own little “books” of folded sheets of cheap paper – thrillers about evil magic witches and love stories about choosing the wrong boyfriend. Under the influence of the nuns who taught me, I soon gravitated to a more gruesome fascination with saints and stigmata, and began to illustrate my religion homework. I occasionally received commissions from certain sisters, to draw a poster to decorate the classroom, or a picture of some beatified individual for their own personal devotion. My drawings always looked like what they represented, and although I was confident about my ability to draw, I have long been confused as to whether or…