appreciation

As a child, Wednesdays felt special because my mom always bought me an issue of a magazine series about artists. It ran for four years, with each issue featuring an artist’s life and an analysis of their paintings.  

I’m so grateful to my mom for introducing me to the world of art. Even though painting wasn’t her passion, she never missed a chance to get the magazine for me. If we were away, she’d leave money at the newsstand so they could save an issue for her until we returned. She also ignored criticism from friends who felt some issues weren’t “appropriate” for a child due to “censorship” concerns.  

Looking back, I see what a priceless gift that was.

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It's a beautiful story indeed! My mom used to take me to galleries as a kid and I hated it 😂 I loved drawing and hated galleries. But now I love both 😁

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I lived too far from galleries and never thought I’d get to see these paintings 😁  

But I had a similar story with music. I was forced to attend classical concerts and spent five years in music school absolutely hating it. My mom dreamed of me playing the piano, but the Sorting Hat gave me a love for visual arts instead :)