Growing up I was always the one that had the crayon box of broken crayons with the papers torn off. I wanted to make sure I could use them to create textures and layers any way I wanted. Later I graduated to a permanent marker on my aunts white Chevy Nova sitting in the driveway. I doubt I'll ever live that down, even though I don't remember it. When I got older my grandma introduced me to oil painting. She always kept a little studio in the corner of her basement next to the pool table. I still remember the smell of turpentine and the click of the pool balls. Since then I've tried a few other mediums. I really enjoy pen and ink and watercolor pencil. I've fallen in love with intaglio and can't wait to get my own press. Still, at the end of it all, I'm always happy with a new sheet of paper and a big box of crayons.
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