Midori McCabe


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I love art but don’t want be a slave for it.
I have had a very interesting life so far.
Someday it will become a very good wine.
My canvas is where my life plays hide and seek.

One summer day I heard a little click and my eyes were opened wide at the atelier of Mr. W, just like a mechanic doll.
He was an avand garde artist, my very first art teacher who lived on the beach close by the Pacific ocean.

I still can hear the sound of waves, the sound of pine trees waving. The shining sun, sitting under a pergola with tiny hanging gourds.
The feel of a 6B pencil on the paper, a Sakura crayon in my hand … fresh icy lemon water, the clinking of ice.
That day I met art and started my long journey.


www.miko4art.com

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