This is the story of when I was 13 I had some oil paints and I found a piece of drywall about 2' X 2' and I painted some sunflowers in a pot (no not like Vincent's...well kinda I guess..definately not as good) and I gave it to my mom and she liked it. Then a few days later we got into an argument and I destroyed it and left it there for her to see. I could see the hurt on her face but I was too stubborn to admit I felt bad.
I know that feeling. I was in the 6th grade, and one of my drawings for the art fair came in second place. My mom was proud of it. Then we got into an argument a week or two down, and I scrapped the drawing in the woodstove. Not sure if she really felt bad about it, But I felt really bad afterwards. Made me pretty much give up art until about senior year.
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