My mother was an artist. She didn't do a lot of art when I was a teenager, but I think she had a phase and some equipment. She was really into quilting when I was in high school. Although we did take a watercolor class together when I was 18. That was neat.
But she had done stain glass classes, calligraphy, sewing, and she painted at some point. I found these painting books one time in her art stuff, and it was like discovering a piece to the puzzle. She had done a few of these paintings, and my siblings and I all have some of these paintings. It was kind of cool to see what she copied and where she got it. I threw away some of the junk, but that's ok! We can't save everything.
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