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Hello everyone! So yesterday I started the 'What inspires you' series with Mercy Okpanachi opening the 'show'. Today, is another person, you must love her when you're done reading. 
PS: She's a twin! 

 Hi there🙋
I'm Umeh Kanayochukwu Sophia (everyone calls me kany)
Presently in 200 level accounting and I have a passion for arts 🙈🔥
I love drawing.

I used to draw a lot cos I loved hearing people say how good I was and it just gave me a kind of joy and satisfaction but sadly I haven't drawn in a while(almost a year 😔)
Mostly, I love to draw animations and cartoon characters (they are my favs) and I also love graphics (calligraphy and all)
I'm not so good in all aspects of art e.g shading 
I think I suck at it but I try my best 😌
I can't say any artist that I'm so interested in per say but I feel animators, cartoonists and graphics designers are the realest artists ever
But just to be formal I'll say Leonardo Da Vinci cos he is like the father of art
My parents inspire me a whole lot. I could have possibly given up on what I love to do if not for them
Art really is a way to express yourself and it helps to take your mind off stuff.
It makes you feel better and best of all when you see a beautiful artwork it blows your mind away ✌️ that's how we roll.

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  1. Unknown11 April 2015 at 21:27

    Art really is beautiful. Creativity is the essence of life.

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