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The Pieces That Ripple

My son and I completed a fun craft project earlier this week. We painted destination signs that we'll mount on a post. Each sign has the name a city and the miles from our house to that city. When we completed the project, I thought to myself that most of my knowledge of art techniques comes from my high school art teacher, Mrs. Strickland. I took art classes all 4 years of high school. I learned how to sculpt clay, paint with acrylics, draw with colored pencils and pastels and charcoal, and air brush cubist creations. When doubting my next move while creating a piece, Mrs. Strickland would stand by my shoulder, look at my artwork and say, "Go big or go home." The message she sent was, be bold and don't be afraid to make mistakes. It is in the leap that the magic happens, and I am in charge. I can stand frozen with fear, or I can make the next step and see what happens.

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