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Anouchka Paints - Artistic Domain

Salutations, once again, my friends.

For those of you who know me personally, you will recall that I have transitioned from my administrative job into exclusively teaching and tutoring.  (Yay me!)  While I had a great experience at my previous place of employment, there really is nothing like being your own boss.  I have to say, it's great working for me and here is why:  I kick ass.

Because of this process, I have neglected Anouchka Talks for far too long.  Unfortunately, amidst all the chaos of adjusting, blogging slipped on the priority list. :(  However, I cannot blame my absence solely on this as it is equally the result of a lack of creative juices.  I should simply turn the blog over to Betty (my cat, remember) because she is infinitely more entertaining than I.

However, my creativity does not only manifest itself in writing and blogging.  Behold the latest addition to Anouchka Talks:  Anouchka Paints.

While most of the works of "art" that you will see in this section of the blog are not, in fact, paintings, they are re-creations of a number of famous works, accomplished using the most humble medium:  Crayola.

Without further introduction, please enjoy this cultural experience that will surely become a smash on the modern art scene.  (For readers in the distant future, you will find the following works under the chapter entitled Awesome in your class textbooks.)

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