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In every artist's life, there comes a person who lifts thecurtain on creativity. It is the closest you come to seeingme again.The first time, when you emerge from the womb, I am abrilliant color in the rainbow of human talents from whichyou choose. Later, when a special someone lifts the curtain,you feel that chosen talent stirring inside you, a burstingpassion to sing, paint, dance, bang on drums. And you are never the same.
by Mitch Albom
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In every artist's journey, there is a pivotal figure who reveals their potential and ignites their creative spirit. This person offers a glimpse of the artistic possibilities that lie within, much like the first moments of life when we encounter the spectrum of human abilities. It is through this connection that artists truly recognize the latent talents they possess.

When that special person emerges, it acts as a catalyst, awakening a...

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