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One of the little designers

My sweet little neice had her audition today for Rodgers Creative and Performing Arts School. The thing is Rodgers before it became a Creative and Performing Arts School was a regular grade school grades k through 8. Everyone in my old neighborhood went to Garefield and then to Peabody High School. My favorite teacher was Mr. Mark Moore and yes he was the art teacher. Very tall handsome man with red hair. He is still an art teacher but I am not sure which school he is in.

Tay had several completed works of art to bring to the school and while she was there she had a art project to complete. She said she was nervous at first but everyone was so nice and they liked her work.

Check out her self portrait.



This pictures is mixed media, watercolors and pastels



This one took her 2 hours to complete.






I think this is most impressive considering she had no formal training and she is only 10 years old. If she is not accepted to the school then I am sure her mother and Aunts will find her the all the training possible.

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