
When I was in the fourth grade, my teacher asked me to design our class Halloween pumpkin and crowned me “the class artist.” This marked the first time in my life that I had been called an “artist,” or even thought of myself in that way. You could say my teacher discovered unrecognized, artistic talent. However, another version of this story, the one that feels “true”, is that my teacher declared I was an artist, and I chose to believe her. This belief ultimately drove me to answer the call.
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