urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:onepainter onepainter onepainter 2009-09-26T20:03:50Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:onepainter:3625 2009-09-26T20:03:50Z 2009-09-26T20:03:50Z <strong><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"><span style="font-size: larger;">My heart would start to pound every time my first grade teacher said &quot;it is time to go to art class&quot;</span></span></strong>. <strong><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"><span style="font-size: larger;">My first vivid memory is that of a purple</span></span></strong> <strong><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"><span style="font-size: larger;">paper mache horse with a pink yarn tail. I happily took it home and glued pieces of broken jewelry all over it. I feel in love with creating things! I could send hours creating makeshift furniture for my barbies,cutting up socks for their dresses ,making button necklaces and bugging my Grandma to whip up some homemade paste of flour and water. My Grandma was a dear always encouraging me and letting me go through her </span></span></strong><br />