Art was always there through the highs and the lows.  Sometimes Art was the cause of highs and lows.

We played, we experimented, we struggled, we argued and we fought, but no matter what, Art was always there, a true and faithful friend.

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Art was there when, as a child, my grandmother brought me shopping for supplies or took me to visit a museum.

Art was there when I moved from town to town many times as a child.

Art was my soft place to land when I was the new girl in town with no friends around.

Art broke the ice and introduced me to strangers when I was asked to paint a public project.

Art pushed me to push myself by putting it all out there, for the world to see.

Art encouraged me to dream, and pursue travels to faraway exotic places.

Art kept me awake at night filling my mind with ideas and images that screamed for attention.

Art also made me patient and accepting in the fact that there will never be enough time to create all I imagine.

Art made me proud of myself and gave me self-confidence.

Art also kept me humble and constantly reminded me that I could always improve.

Art made me lonely when life’s responsibilities kept me far away.

Art made me frustrated when we found each other again and I was no longer be as good as I imagined I used to be.

Art kept me curious, alert and interested every single day of my life

Art also made me tired, exasperated and kept me wondering why I didn't give it up.

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