When I was a kid, I loved showing off. I enjoyed drawing and painting because I thought I was really good at it. Needless to say, I wasn't. I liked the thought of being an artist before I actually became one. If this sounds familiar to you, then you shouldn't despair.
It takes time (years of practice) and it takes a decisive moment but if you set out to become an artist, you might succeed. Here is the first part of why I, and how, I became one. -----
The year was 2003 and I was 12 years old. It was Christmas and my mother's aunt had been taking some painting lessons. As a result of those lessons, she decided to give her only niece a gift of her art that Christmas, not knowing that by doing so, she was inadvertently setting both of us on destiny's path...
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