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I have always been a dreamer... In school, I had no interest in math equations; their silent questions only eluded my mind. I most remember the “problem solving” questions; always something to do with a man boarding a train that traveled at a certain speed, going miles away and arriving at destinations I only wished I could escape to. I was as lost with those problems as the man on the train seemed to be lost for my answer. Though I did not fare well in grade school, something else was silently manifesting in my soul, and that “something” would later materialize far outside the brick walls of a traditional classroom. Nature offered a continuous narrative and a varying scenery; with no other teacher than herself, Mother Nature schooled me to knowledge; unsophisticated but genuine. By simply seeing the world around me; by observing my environment and applying it to a sketch pad, I could finally understand distance, depth an  d volume. Without rulers, I could figure out measurements with ease.
Without a textbook, I learned how to turn all objects into geometric shapes.
I drew castles and bridges, and I became an architect. I created stories
with crayons and paint, and I became an author. I explored my imagination to
paint secret places, hidden caves and magical underworlds, and I became a
geographer.As an adult, art—my teacher, my path to knowledge—was swept into a corner and only occasionally played with. This in part due to becoming a wife and a mother. Those duties left little time for art. However during that time I did return to school and I attended University to study art and design. Once again, the demands of a family took center stage for many years. Later on, my significant other and I separated, which was a blessing in disguise—I could now focus on me and I 
began to create again (a single mother never fails at finding inventive ways
to manage.)Not everything is evident in life, but if we can find out what we do best, that knowledge unleashes the type of passion achieving our dreams require. For me, knowledge came slow. It was only through the trials and tribulations; whether failing math, getting divorced or struggling to make ends meet as a single mother that I became an artist. I do not bemoan those struggles. I celebrate them, for they have made me who I am. Sandra’s complete collection is available in limited edition prints, cards and Giclée at www.thefairyfactory.ca Visit www.cafepress.com/sandramacdougal for more giftware items - from mugs to clothing - sporting Sandra’s whimsical “Fairy Factory” collection. Always a pleasure, Sandra. Your collections are a delight to the eye! We wish you nothing but the best in the years to come. RWM
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