Not in an artistic sense — at all.

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When I was little, my parents took me to a university bookstore in Pittsburgh. At the shop, there was a poster print of a piece of art hanging on the wall. As the story goes, my little self pointed to the poster and correctly identified it as a work from Monet’s Water Lilies series. While I seemed like a child genius, it was just the one work of art I knew and loved.