As I get older, I find returning to creativity so important. Create your Joy. Whatever it looks like. Just start. If you read Left, my dad instilled in me a love for art as a child. My eyes catalogued my supplies. My hands held the crayons and oily pastels. I sat in the smell of the paints. My ears loved the sound of cutting a strong piece of construction paper into circles. Heck, I think I even ate the chalk just out of curiosity. Art ignited every sense within. The feelings it brings are many, including Joy. I decided to scribble and see what appears from the pencil. Here is my little piggy. My mother used to draw. She drew on anything, little pieces of paper, napkins, plane tickets. Here she drew what I think is a woman from a Renoir Painting. What did you love to do as a child?
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