I always wanted to grow up and be an artist. My paternal grandmother, Patricia Dugan, instilled a love for the arts in me like no other. From teaching me how to draw the human figure to driving me to art lessons, my nana has always been my number one advocate. She too is an artist, but never had the chance to pursue it professionally. A few years back, Nana gave me the film camera that she used in the 70s and 80s. I grew up on stories of her developing her negatives in her bathtub and enlarging prints in dark closets. For my final gallery exhibition at Marist, I knew I needed to hang the work of my artistic mentor right next to mine. Nana and I is an ode to my nana’s black and whites, her artistic eye, and the impact she has made on my life.