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When I was a little girl, field trips were my favourite time of the school year because they would take us to art museums.
During the tour, I would ask my teachers how the art pieces were made, but none of them could really give a clear answer which only further piqued my interest and curiosity. I would always mechanically clasp my hands behind my back, fighting the forbidden urge to rest my palms flat on the cool marble of the statues, to run my fingers along the rutted surfaces of the paintings. There was something maddening about being in the presence of such beautiful things, yet not being allowed to experience them with all my senses.
And I decided, then, a bit smugly, “If they won’t let me touch those things, I’m just going to make one myself.”
Needless to say, that fervent curiosity I felt was the driving force that got me into painting.
And that fervently curious little girl? She now has one of her paintings displayed in a museum that she had the liberty of enjoying the whole journey of creating with her own tiny hands.
Life has a funny way of working out, innit?
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