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As a child, I would spend hours alone in my room, filling sketchbooks with drawings, using a yellow number 2 pencil to draw anything and everything. When I started taking art classes, I expanded into using charcoal and ink as well. Eventually I was steered towards painting, and began to view drawing as merely a step in the painting process. Now, decades later, I have begun to return to my sketchbook, taking pride in my skill as a draftsperson, embracing the challenge of working in a monochromatic medium, and appreciating a drawing as a fully-formed work of art.
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