It’s the kind of memory from someone born to be an artist. Diane Reeves was 9. Her dad took her into town to shop at the “big art supply store.” She can still visualize the aisles of craft supplies and colors. She remembers carefully picking out a tin of watercolor pencils. “It was a big deal,” she says. “It’s such a special moment in my life.” It was such a big deal that Reeves still has those pencils, or what remains of them after years of use. But that’s not the moment Reeves decided to become an artist. That would take about three decades.