My grandmother is a very charming little Japanese lady. She is ever so prim and proper in how she dresses and how she moves. I think she floats along most of the time. Back in Japan, she was a teacher of Japanese brush painting, but when she came to America, no one was really interested in her skill, so she stopped painting. When I found some of her paintings up in the attic, I was stunned by their simplicity and beauty. I have asked her if she would consider being my teacher. At first she declined, but now I think she likes the idea of keeping Japanese tradition alive, even if it is just with one student.

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