You taught us how to hold our pencils steady.
You taught us how to get our brush strokes right.
From watercolors to oil colors,
From paper to canvas,
We advanced under your tutelage.
Always kind, forever caring like my dad. You became a father to us too.
Several summer days were spent camping in your studio attic.
Numerous after-school evenings were spent in your craft hall studio.
You stood beside us as a guiding star as we sketched, painted, sculpted, and carved countless pieces of art.
Every year on August 15th, when the country celebrated Independence Day, you celebrated our victory in the day-long Jaycees competition. Our school swept medals in all the art categories in all the competitions due to your outstanding commitment and driving force.
Your talented hands brought life to a blank canvas, your creative mind could make castles from clay, and your intuitive eyes spotted beauty in almost everything. Your flair for the camera gave us long-lasting photo souvenirs from our school days.
Mastering the perfect circle free-hand made us understand the circle of life, seeing the shades of colors through your lens made us appreciate the different hues of humans, and our perspective on life got an innovative spin under your mentorship.
Kind, compassionate, caring, genuine, gifted, and indeed one-of-a-kind was our drawing Sir. Will miss you tremendously, sir.
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