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The Mischief That Started It All My art story didn’t begin in a classroom or under a teacher's guidance. It started with a bit of mischief. I was five years old when I borrowed—without permission—my mother’s architectural drawing tools. Those cool, shiny rulers and mysterious drafting gadgets felt like treasure to my small hands. While she searched for what had gone missing, I was already sketching worlds that had only existed inside my imagination. I didn’t know it then, but