| My mother and fellow artist. From the time I could pick up a crayon she began teaching me all she knew of art. There was no "going outside of the lines", "no heavy scribbling", and absolutely "no blue faces". Strokes were neat and blended, crisp and clean to the edge. After a time, coloring books were beginning to be made with tracing paper inside, she'd have me trace everything I could get my hands on. Then after I was really good at tracing, she brought home a ream of xerox paper and said "Now, draw what you've been tracing". Not only did I draw what I had been tracing, we moved on to drawing comic strips out of the Sunday paper, interesting clips from magazines and then on to portraits of famous people. All I ever wanted to do was be able to draw like her one day and become an artist....Well, sometimes dreams do come true. Thanks Mom for all your hard work, love and persistence, Alicia Miranda |
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