When was a kid I was quiet a loner, I could not get on with studying at school, but given a pencil and sketch pad and I was off to some, strange, and wonderful place in my mind, transferring those mind thoughts to my sketch pad, I never got much encouragement from teachers, they would clip me behind my ear, shout "pay attention your never get to far with that rubbish, looking back now and thinking to myself " I wonder if Picasso's teacher was so inconsiderate" My Parents encouraged me to draw, especially my Father. he was so supportive, he would say looking over my shoulder "that's amazing" so when finished I would give him the drawing, he would place it in his desk, after he died some years back I found many of those childish sketches in that same draw. When I look back to those days, all children need is encouragement from adults.
Now I am older I realise that nothing materialistic can compare to Drawing and Painting . George Flay

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