Anticipation. The elegant sweep of the red velvet curtain swishing back and the glint of a golden bannister. There can be beauty in the smallest of moments and there she is, perfect in centre stage. Shoes that glitter and paint stained hands. One hundred miles an hour and then suddenly still. A whirlwind of royal colours creating art in places none of the rest of us look. Laughter at stories that none of the rest of us understand. She knows how the world works and feels undue duty to make things better. She is the art. She is our artist.