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|page-14c Potted plant <> colored pencil on paper 10 x 9|
|As a youth, my parents said art
had to be a 'real' object. I would draw imaginary scenes and want to show them,
but it was futile. They depreciated my work. I mistakenly
believed them and saved nothing from my youngest years. In their
defense, they were struggling with their own demons. |
Here I made a stand to meet my parents standard. I tried to make a real object but instinct took over. I was disappointed and intended to 'finish' the piece some day only to discover that rawness is art <> all that matters is whether the picture is memorable.