On and on, I moved downward until finally that final blade of grass was placed in the only small white space remaining at the very bottom of the canvas. When the sky was finished, I painted that magnificent mountain every stroke of it! Then, the trees-one at a time, of course and then, the lake. I even tried to make my brush strokes look like the ones I saw on the original. Carefully I painted the sky-all of it-in all its detail. My first attempt was to copy a painting of a beautiful landscape. I obtained a few supplies, and then one night, after all the rest of the family was sound asleep, I ventured to paint. Finally, upon growing older, I could restrain myself no longer. I was especially fascinated with the way the colors were mixed and placed one beside another. I spent many hours not only enjoying, but carefully examining the brush strokes still visible in the hardened paint. As a very young boy, I was intrigued with oil paintings.
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