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A New Workshop

He dipped his paintbrush into a pot, pulling it out again with a quick, broad, confident motion. Amateur artists are careful with all of their tiny brush strokes, but the greatest artists work quickly and confidently. Before any paint had time to drip off, he thrust the paintbrush at the canvas above him, leaving a streak of soft purple cutting through the middle of the canvas.

The painter took a moment to admire the color. It only took a few short moments for the color to begin to change, from a soft purple to a warm pink and then a hot orange red. He smiled as he saw the change…

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