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  • I grew up with 2 of Nonna's oil paintings in my room, one was a pair of ballet shoes and the other a beautiful ballerina. I always looked to them for inspiration, but hated ballet.

    My grandma, or Nonna in italian, was an amazing artist, but unable to further or follow her talents to a career. She was happy enough to hang her art all around her home and our family was her audience. I was fortunate to inherit her artistic gifts, along with 2 out of her 5 other grandkids. I now go to school for Motion design (studying the art of animation and design) in Florida.

    On Monday, Feb. 27, 2012, Nonna passed away up in New York. A number of states, and an expensive plane ticket away. 3 of Mom's co-workers chipped in and bought the plane ticket.

    Allowing my mom and I to remember her home in Maryland I grew up visiting every weekend, with a miniature statue of David in the window, her italian, christmas cream cheese and rougala cookies, and every detail of lace and satin in her giant Smiling Cavalier painting hung above her couch.
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