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I Am An Acrylic Painter

I am an acrylic painter who cannot live without a variety of greens. Green grass, green trees, green leaves, green moss, green clover. I thought I was out of my favorite color of green yesterday. My muse said “what about that box of green paints behind you?” This saved me a trip to the store for there were three full tubes of it. Green is such a nature color, I cannot fathom not having it around. Especially when I am gearing up for Ireland’s favorite holiday. My mother was a McCormick. I am in the throes of painting shamrocks, Irish flags, leprechauns, mushroom houses, ivy, moss; I need green!

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