by Leonard Paul MMNN Contributor

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My earliest recollection of trying to be an artist was when my mother brought home a colouring book and crayons for me. I was three years old and there I was in the middle of the kitchen floor in deep concentration colouring within the lines. I soon found out colouring inside the lines frustrated me and turned my attention to blank sheets of paper where I created my own lines called drawing. Little did I know that my puerile behavior was that of a frustrated little artist! Well, that was a long time ago, and since then traded my crude crayons for expensive sable brushes. The feelings of a frustrated artist stayed though; some things don’t change.

My inception into the art world was anything but a smooth ride – “I gotta have this; I gotta have that!” and “I want to paint this and I want to paint that!” Wow, talk abo ...

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