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My earliest memory of art in my life was at 2 1/2 years old, the day my sister was born. My father was in the backyard building a playhouse for me as I was sitting on the floor in the kitchen. The art was somewhere between the birth of my sister and the decorative playhouse being built for me. I started to take notice.  Photo by Michał Parzuchowski on Unsplash Since then, I have realized that having art in my life makes me feel …….complete. I love to be surrounded by art.  I have always opted for more art on the...