I AM AN ARTIST.
Being one is all I have ever known.
A blank canvas or a page of journal, as tools of expression for me, has always exuded a sense of familiarity.
I can draw straight lines without rulers.
I have made my mother charcoal and oil pastel mother-and-child sketches for Mother’s Day.
I can take almost impeccable shots of sunsets and
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