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dear sebastian,
i did an oil painting today. since i didn't have any actual paints, i took a piece of paper, lay it down on the ground, and pressed my fingers in my face. i then pressed my fingers down onto the paper. i continued to do this until i felt that my painting was complete -- i was painting a smiley face.
i didn't think adults would understand if i showed it to them, so i showed my painting to a young girl who was walking by with someone who was probably her mother. this girl was probably not more than four years old, and i thought i would brighten her day by showing her my painted smile -- which actual did make me smile. i asked her, "how do you like my painting?" and she replied, "that's just a piece of paper," and grabbed her mother's hand and ran away.
i looked at my painting again and frowned. i thought to myself, "she's right... it is just a piece of paper."
so i scrunched it up, and put it back into the recycling bin where i had found it.
i did an oil painting today. since i didn't have any actual paints, i took a piece of paper, lay it down on the ground, and pressed my fingers in my face. i then pressed my fingers down onto the paper. i continued to do this until i felt that my painting was complete -- i was painting a smiley face.
i didn't think adults would understand if i showed it to them, so i showed my painting to a young girl who was walking by with someone who was probably her mother. this girl was probably not more than four years old, and i thought i would brighten her day by showing her my painted smile -- which actual did make me smile. i asked her, "how do you like my painting?" and she replied, "that's just a piece of paper," and grabbed her mother's hand and ran away.
i looked at my painting again and frowned. i thought to myself, "she's right... it is just a piece of paper."
so i scrunched it up, and put it back into the recycling bin where i had found it.