I learned how to draw in high school. Our art teacher was so good that when I went home for a vacation, it looked like I went to an art school and not a science high school. I had a better grade in art than in science.
I think my mother threw away all my artworks in one of her routine general cleaning. I still have my sketchbook from college. I used to draw when I got bored.
Slippers
My roommate’s water jug.
This is my small chair, the first birthday gift I got from my roommates. I still have this chair.
From my art class, I learned to sign my work. (Yep. My age shows.)
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This is supposed to be Day 14 of the 30-day blogging challenge.
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