With sloppy, frantic-seeming linework and a cavalier (verging on careless) use of color, Levy’s early work puts the viewer in an uncomfortable spot. While the overall message appears to be one of reciprocal fondness, the lack of punctuation or other affect lends a listless, dull air to the ladybug-esque creatures portrayed on the plate. The year and signature of the artist peer over the shoulder of one of the poorly-rendered creatures, taking up half as much visual space as one of the characters and their speech bubble. The ego and self satisfaction implied in that choice dominate the work at large, seeming to overpower even the rainbow, which sags heavily over the scene, suggesting that it, like the viewer, is deflated by what it sees. C-.