Art from the Past

                                                                                                                             








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These are some of my old paintings ( I was in 4th grade). I was very happy with the result as not only I learnt new techniques of colouring with oil pastels but my art teacher made the process interesting. He gave random objects and I had to imagine a picture related to it. I used to then draw my imagination on paper.

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