In fourth grade, art class was supposed to be simple. We were asked to draw a Christmas tree, and most of my classmates followed the example on the board: neat triangles stacked on top of each other, finished with a star. I did something different. Growing up in a home where art supplies were as common as kitchen utensils, I had learned to observe details. I drew a tree filled with fine lines for needles, uneven branches, and a shape that leaned slightly, like real trees often do……CONTINUE READING BELOW
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