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I used to study painting in Queens, NY. Most Monday nights you would find my Ukrainian painting teacher, arms crossed, standing behind me as I painted. He'd watch my hand reach for color and hesitatingly move the brush across the canvas. Through a thick accent he'd almost bark, "Don't afraid!" He'd shake his head, repeating "Don't afraid, don't afraid--you must paint." He'd take the brush and show me how it's done.
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Wooo! Congratulations!
Congratulations, Jill!
i'm so happy to see that, it is like i was in this cérémonie. Hassan Morocco
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