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My girlfriend of three years passed last February; some of you may remember the thread I made a few months back where I shared some of her collection.
I saw her for the first time in AP Art, during our senior year. I didn't really interact with her at all our first semester; she was fairly quiet, and tended to paint alone outside/ in the old art classroom.
The first time I talked to her, and saw her art, was about three months before graduation. I was working on a charcoal piece after school in the empty outdoor common area. After about half an hour of being there, she wandered outside with some watercolor supplies and a book. She sat a ways down the hill from me, and began reading and adding watercolors to an ink piece of hers.
After catching eachother's glances a few times, I decided to walk down the hill to talk to her. As she turned around to look at me, I caught a glimpse of what she was painting, belting out 'holy shit' almost immediately. She laughed and smiled, and after exchanging names, I sat down next to her to talk. While we talked about music and art and books, she would paint in her book, and over the ink piece she was working on. To this day, that painting is one of my favorites of hers: it's a mashup of a mountain landscape near her house with some atmospheric/otherworldly effects from the book she was reading/painting in, The Smoke Ring.
After that afternoon, we were together every day. We'd skip most our classes to paint outside together, wander into the trails in the mountains after school, and talk under the stars until 3AM basically every night.
After high school graduation, we spent almost the entire summer adventuring around California/Oregon/Washington/Nevada/East BC. We'd stop in antique shops, small book stores, open farms, etc. and collect random, weird souvenirs.
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