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K Mark Schofer

I am not sure what that these sketches say. If I were to guess it would mean nothing other than putting a pencil in my right hand and escaping. I love doing perspective, because it was taught to me by my fifth grade teacher and it resonated. What we hold onto is a beautiful introspection. And I liked learning that, it was something I easily grasped. Then again I remember the first time I mastered calculus. It was a life altering moment. And there was a girl in our school who painted really cool pictures. That mesmerized me for a long time. I wished I could do that. It goes deeper than that.

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.