Personal Narrative: My Cultural Identity

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Furthermore, another element apart of my cultural identity is how I love to do art; a favorite passion of mine. Resembling every other artist, I use art to show emotions. Explaining things to people, especially emotions, is not something I do. Have you ever heard the saying “a picture is worth a thousand words”, if so, who needs explaining, just draw it out. Both my mom and grandmother love arts and crafts, and so does lots more people in my family. This talent runs through the family, and has for quite some time. I can paint, draw, color, shade, and I can do many crafts. There’s just one problem, I cannot just think of something and put it on paper. Looking at something and coping it on paper, is the one skill I’ve mastered. However, that

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