I remember the first time I picked up a camera with the naive intention of capturing “truth.” I was fresh…
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I remember the first time I picked up a camera with the naive intention of capturing “truth.” I was fresh…
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I once attempted to make a vision board, and let me tell you, it was a disaster. Picture this: me,…
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I remember the first time I attempted to set up an outdoor movie night. Armed with nothing but a discount…
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I still remember the day I realized that Reactive Abuse wasn’t just about being stressed or anxious, but about the…
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I still remember the first time I stumbled upon an old, dusty brass lamp in my grandmother’s attic. It was…
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Let me paint you a picture. Imagine inviting a dozen artists into your apartment, each armed with brushes and a…
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There’s something perversely satisfying about spending hours hunched over a slab of rubber, gouging out intricate patterns while the world…
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I once stood in an art supply store, palette knife in one hand, a blank canvas in the other, and…
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I still remember the summer afternoons spent in my grandmother’s garden, where the smell of fresh mint and lemon balm…
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I still remember my grandmother’s old sewing box, filled with threads, needles, and a plethora of zippers waiting to be…
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