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I think it was my sixteenth or seventeenth birthday that my mother got me some fancy watercolors and a sketchbook for them.
I was excited! I sat down the next day and painted a flamingo. Then I showed my mother... and she just criticized the heck out of it. The legs are too skinny! The wings don't contrast enough! The lines are all shaky! That doesn't look like a flamingo at all, it's more of a reddish goose!
Never drew anything with those watercolors/sketchbook again. Still have them, though, maybe in a couple more years I'll feel up to it once more.
I was excited! I sat down the next day and painted a flamingo. Then I showed my mother... and she just criticized the heck out of it. The legs are too skinny! The wings don't contrast enough! The lines are all shaky! That doesn't look like a flamingo at all, it's more of a reddish goose!
Never drew anything with those watercolors/sketchbook again. Still have them, though, maybe in a couple more years I'll feel up to it once more.
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