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“There are no straight lines in her heart and that is where her brush rests” said my father to my defence when I was accused as incompetent to draw even the simplest geometric shapes while still in primary.
I might not be able to recall when it was that I did my first attempt for painting but I do remember very well that since then I didn’t even try to draw a straight line ever again.
Art is in the heart and the story goes on….
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