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I've been...well... what I call "dabbling in artwork" for myself ever since I can remember, probably since I picked up my first crayon. My earliest painting was saved for me from kindergartenan elephantthat now hangs in my living room. Artworkin all its formsis expression. My creations are the things I do for me. My subjects vary from everyday observations to fantasyit's whatever I feel at the timewhatever sparks my thoughts, or peaks my interestor that certain thing I just can't seem to get out of my head in any other way. It all seems to find it's way outbe it a drawing, a watercolor, sometimes an oil piece, lately pastel and wire sculpture...and even in written verse." They call it a passiona giftor something to "share with the world". I've even dubbed it a curse in those moments when nothing goes right, no matter what I do, or how hard I try. Some days it works,other days it doesn't. With that said, and critics lurking I still feel it's time to share my "dabbling" with you. |
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