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Ever since the first time I picked up a crayon and completed my first page of a coloring book, I fell in love with making art. My aunt had an impact on my perfectionism by showing me how to fill in the lines and different ways of coloring – making it lighter, having dark outlines, even making gradients.
Displaying my interest for art was kickstarted with the trend of being gifted all sorts of tools for art. At Christmas, getting those kits with the cheap markers, colored pencils, and the poor quality crayons was the norm for me. For my birthday, I requested acrylic paints, canvases, and brushes. I’d do my research and web searches of all different kinds of mediums and styles, and my love for anything art-related kept growing. The most recent items I’ve received were last Christmas, where I got an entire pottery wheel, and even more recent items I bought myself for school being some graphite pencils, kneaded erasers, black ink, a gessobord, palette paper, watercolors, and more.
Due to favoring art as a whole and getting