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Amsterdam – Part 2 – Jakob Obrecht Straat

We continue on the Amsterdam chapter where Maron paints majestic pieces inspired by a cultural surrounding that is Amsterdam. Now they are living in Obrecht Straat in a beautiful place in the Gold Coast which is an great area in Amsterdam. I will show you his progression…

Painting flowers for my mother’s 60th birthday…beautiful piece just like her :)

There it is! so enchanting…you can see her can’t you? A picture of her taken in 1960…you can read his dedication on a note…my goodness this one is so good! I want it for me!

Here painting a still life which was commissioned and it’s Protagonist was Saint Aloysius…he  did not make an entrance yet but just wait…

I really like his extension, I know the way he holds his brush and the way his crooked pinky that he broke when young is ever so perfect for the task…my dad!

Ok ok let’s get back to it


Right!… so gorgeous.

First of all, this stirs so many different things in me alone that I am not even sure which to address first…This like all their dwellings looks so comfortable to me, just so…them (us) and inspiring. I am sure they enjoyed those windows. I know they crave just this, a space for them to just create.

You can see the church is right outside his window. This painting is a master piece!

Obrecht Church. I recall seeing this place when I went for a walk with mom when visiting. So amazing and beautiful inside. The detail is just impeccable…

view from another side…look at this place! what I would give to find this kind of place here, ha!

Lovely interior of the opposite side…


Oh this one! again, so good! note the light switch that I have used and still have, Do you see a young Maron boy in his favorite place…a small lagoon sized perfectly just for him. Willy sprinkled here and there…so cool.

The backyard at Obrecht…so beautiful!

Gorgeous portrait of Paxti

Self portrait…

Willy in Obrecht…love this one.

Yes, the nude…breathtaking isn’t it?

My dear friends…what can I say other that he has a talent that is truly given by a higher power and I am so lucky to be able to enjoy it up close. Keep posted as we near closer to today’s time and all the exciting new things that are happening! Sending much love to all you and thanking you a million times for reading and following. I know I don’t write as much as I should but I am here with you and when we touch base it is wonderful. Until next time!

Click HERE to see what Willy is up to xoo

alegria in Aquas

Aguas de Busot – Painting, shoes and travel

Now we are living in this amazing place called Aguas de Busot and there is a lot going on between mom’s shoe line and the shoe factory, several homes to care for and everything in between. Maron continues to paint although he also contributed a lot of time to the shoes and fashion world which Willy (mom) was part of. I want to share some photos of this time span which goes from Aguas de Busot to Elda which is the shoe making capital of Spain especially at this time but continues to carry that label today…here is Maron in Elda;

Joint in mouth and paintings in hand…typical dad in that time!

Now I share a painting out of the carpet series…”Beauty”

Here he is painting in Elda…

Love his T-shirt! and note the last supper behind him…this will come up later again ;)

I remember this house, 3 stories, tiled floors and almost every area had a different tile design. One thing I recall from this place is coming home one night and discovering that we had been robbed, house was all ransacked and it was such a violated feeling! I can only imagine what my parents felt like in that moment. Although we can be thankful the robbers had no taste or artistic clue since they only went for electronics and jewelry but left the most precious jewels there; the art!

Here is the “Lion Skin”

My goodness I remember this too…I wonder, was it real??

Here is the studio in Elda

This was in the 3 floor, all the way up along the roof patio where I had one of  my birthday parties…I always had amazing birthday parties!

Here is “the hanging Kilim

Here is “Paritura

Here is the “Used carpet”

So beautiful! Also do you see yet another tile flooring? :)

Now back to Aguas de Busot, so many fun memories here for me and my brother…playing in the vast country where there were no other people to really bother you and you could let your imagination soar like the wind!

You can see my brother and I, mom and dad, the beloved Land Rover…awwww

Here I will include the same link from my previous post which is a YouTube video about this place…if you look closely you can see the very house from the above picture…can you find it? So funny to me to see it this way…looks so different in a way but also just the same…wow!

Below a painting of the Sanitorium which is the big landmark of Aguas de Busot mentioned in the video as well

Here is a portrait of me by Maron in Aguas de Busot.

I have to admit I was not the easiest model to work with…but I love it, it is so gorgeous and I have it today hanging in the den.

Now back to Elda again and here he is painting






And back to Aguas to paint some more below








Here is the living room in Aguas de Busot below

More of him painting in Aguas…the 80’s

this painting below is done in Elda

Below a painting of the huge fireplace in Aguas de Busot…they would cook in there even! it was great

You could literally stand up and the top of it would be over your head!

And finally a look at Maron relaxing…doing what he really enjoys besides painting and writing which is playing the keyboard…he could and still can go on for hours playing and being as we say in Spain “en su salsa”!

Until next time my dear friends I leave you with this…to see what is happening on the other side with my mom and the shoes click HERE


ale and El Nido

El Nido del Aguila – El Cuarton – Africa’s view and the Carpets

This was a marvelous time, beautiful house or castle seen through my eyes…so much to venture and find in the gardens and so much to imagine for a young girl. I see such a big difference between the time I grew up and the times in which our children are growing up in now. I would stay outside all day and pretend 1000 & 1 scenarios and have the time of my life…at home today I almost have to force my kids to go outside and ride theirs bikes or just play! Well that is just the was it is I guess but I shall not give up…Times were much different too and Europe is also not the same as the US in many basic ways. Well the opening shot brought those thoughts to surface and a wishful dream that if only I could transport them to that time…that place…experience that childhood! wow ok ok, let’s get to the meat and potatoes here :) So we are in the South of Spain as you know and my father is painting non stop. He started a series of carpets during this time which is amazingly crafted along with his beautiful drawings that are always so lovely, I want to take you through a tour.

A painting of me by daddy

This is a drawing of the view of Africa from where we lived…so magical! By the way there is an amazing painting of this view that I shall share later ;) -Left-




The interior of El Nido Del Aguila

(The Eagle’s Nest) -Right-






Our dog Kabuli -Left-






I want to share with you a personal quote from my father that gives good insight into what an artist feels and is moved by in respect to his work and art in general.

“When it comes to speaking about painting, which happens to be the path I ventured to take, I feel unable to have an objective opinion that is not influenced by my personal experience. We could agree that painting today is very different than it was in the 14 century, and no doubt there is an evolution, with up and downs and good and bad artists, although compared to today they all seem better, and it looks like painting is on the road to extinction. The fact is that today, to be considered art, the emphasis is put on coming all the time with new and different ideas, and what in the past usually took centuries today happens in a year, like in fashion the hunger for novelty is insatiable. So it is no longer about painting but about ideas to satisfy the appetite of speculators. But that is the reality of the world and the artist depends of that too. First it was the Church and aristocracy, but bottom line is that the rich always promoted the artists,  and there is great competition as in any other business, with the risk of becoming commercial, etc. Modern art in the beginning seemed to be a remedy, but as it turned out the remedy is worse than the sickness. What is obvious to me is that the only way to go on painting is to be yourself. Of course that is not so simple as it sounds, whatever the style or form of expression, nothing is really new under the sun. Still we all have a different personality and so the chance to make a mark in the world is always there, I suggest to follow your instinct. I for example enjoy the company of the painting I happen to be doing, hoping to be a masterpiece, which brings an interesting question: what is a masterpiece? The answer is that only time can tell. As for what I like to paint I prefer to do it from what I see, especially something that has been painted before but I can re-vindicate. That is what motivated me to do  the series of the carpets, because although they are so classic they have always been neglected, put to the background, and I love to bring them to the front-stage. Another example is the Last Supper, which I did from a very popular and commercial item that everybody in Spain had at home, a metal bas-relief made from a former oil by an old master, Juan de Juanes. The arm of Jesus is from the actual relief I transplanted to the painting. In this case the circle is closed, from a painting to a bas-relief then back to a painting and bas-relief too. Let me now finish by saying that no matter what you do or try to say, the painting always has the last word, and the thing you cannot hide is the real intention of your work, so just be honest.”

This was important for you to read as we continue.

Here is The Last Supper masterpiece…this one is to my brother Alejandro what the Ham is to me

Below he is working on the Last Supper…You have to see it to truly understand…


Maron in his studio in El Nido






Maron starting the Lions- ’85





The Royal Couple – Finished beauty

I close with a picture that says so much and shows so well who he is.

There is so much more that is to come my dear friends. it is the mid 80’s and tons of life and adventures await. I invite you to join me again soon for the next chapter, until then I send peace and loving thoughts. 

To follow what is happening with my mother during this time please click HERE

con Alegriti

Times of joy, family and inspiration

I am going to share some images of drawings that encompass this time period where Maron became a proud dad of a lovely little baby girl ;)

This was in Paris and there was a lot of inspiration happening, he drew me a lot which he has done of my kids now (his grandchildren) and I cherish the drawings so much! I share some here

There I was 3 days old and doing what I love…eating!

1 day old…

reminds me of my baby Amara!





the next picture is adorable, I am sitting on my father’s lap while he is working…I must say if I was anything like my little ones that must have been a bit of a nightmare because they want to grab everything! but I am sure I was an angel hehe

Below is a portrait of my brother Alejandro when he was about 11, it was done in ’79

The next one was done a year later so he was 12, so amazing how much you change in just one year…

here some beautiful drawings









Below a series of flowers that my father to this day either draws or paints for my mother on her birthdays

the left one was for her 31st and the right one was for her 34th. The one below was for her 35th…



Now I want to share an amazing painting of carpets that he did, he actually did  a whole series of them well into my childhood. I remember very well all the work he put into these amazing pieces

Here is another painting of carpets that is gorgeous! Of course the picture does no justice to the detail but you get the idea…

I want to emphasize the size of these paintings because I thought at first glance you could think they are small but they actually are very big! Here you can see him working on one of them

Pictures taken by my mother, I love the way she photographs, she truly has an eye for it!

And finally a little indulgence…BEWARE of nudity!!!

That’s right! that is how we do! I am European as my husband says… So there it is my dearest friends, just a small journey into this time filled with love and family and new things brewing in the midst. Next there is a move coming but where??? you will have to tune in next time to find out!

Also follow what is happening with my mother Willy by clicking HERE

painting the Ham beginning

Paris and The Ham – my treasure among others & the prelude to my arrival!

The Ham    ’76-’80

Let me begin by giving you a bit of insight into The Ham and the preciosity to it…The Ham came to be 2 years before I was born, I was born October 3rd, 1978. After the exhibition he went to Madrid for some family matters he had to attend and while there he did what he loved so much which was hanging with his parents. My grandfather had tons of charisma and my dad always enjoyed an outing to get some tapas and have a few beers. In the painting The Ham are all the emotions, like being taken to a sort of a basement full of Jamones hanging by ropes from the ceiling, just curing and becoming magical (did you tell I love this ham?) The whole ceremonial way of even selecting the right ham! oh man…Ok so he goes into this place and the owner chooses the ham for him and so there is my father with his ham, which in reality he planned to eat, ha :) Instead when he gets back home he starts to do a painting of it, I do want to let you know that when he paints he will not move him until it is so dark it is basically night so there is no more light! Actually by the end of this painting the rug underneath him was tearing and completely worn out (from standing on it while painting) This painting took 4 years and by the time it was finished the actual ham was completely dry and in the end you could only make soup out of the bone.

In the meantime he also does other paintings, portraits is what he loves, painting people is what he likes best,  but hard to find the model who wants to pose… Also did still lifes, but mostly he worked on The Ham. 

Here are some of the other wonderful paintings

This is my mother Willy van Rooy wearing on of her own TuniqueUnique. STORY HERE

Here is my brother Alejandro…wow he is so little there…(sigh) :)

Armen – One of my fathers best friends, and to me a sort of godfather

Susan Bottomly – Model and beautiful person all around

S. & S. – Paris French VOGUE –                                                         Ph. Tony Kent

Carry posing in the studio –                                                            Ph. Tony Kent


My mom and my brother, I believe he has this one, it is so gorgeous and classic!

Awww…ooohhhh….aaahhhh… :) xoxoxo Ok here please note the BEAUTY behind them!!! yes that one is mine ;)

Ok…ok…Working on the Rembrandt book, in braguitas, which look mighty comfy…yep, either that or nothing if you leave it to him so :)

Book of Remrandt – ’76

Visitor in Paris

Love this self portrait (love them all though)

Purple beauties in a vase – ’77

Oh wait what is this?? is that cute baby a little girl??? well look at that, I made it! My loved ones, I leave you here and I tell you that I love you all and I thank you for following and until next time when I reveal the finished Ham, à bientôt!

You can see what is happening during this time also if you click HERE in my mom’s blog

first toile

Paris 4 – The jaw dropping “Les Toiles Caches” the ‘Hidden Canvas” series by Salvador Maron

My dearest friends, I open this post with a statement:

This is the most amazing collection of it’s kind in existance, hands down!

There are many I adore and am in awe about but I am going to share a series of paintings that are my very favorite and I have many favorite series so you are in for a treat!

Wow! the first Toile (cloth in French)

The Blue Knot. No no, take your time…take it in…

The Knot Knotted. Seriously!

The Knotted Knot. Oh my…

Mmmm Mmmm

Shut the door!


Another… do you see what’s happening here?

What can I say… Adore it!

The Ripped Knot. I am becoming speechless…

Here is the Red Painting With Knot that you saw him working on the previous post :)

The Blue Stripes…BOOM!

Honestly what words could I possibly come up with that will describe them justly…This series was the true inspiration flourishing and taking shape. Translating through his eyes and fingers onto canvas he created not only a magnificent collection of detail and dimension but also brought a concept of genius to the game. Think about it, to refuse conforming to standard trends and going the unique route is what transcends here. He did not start off painting things that were common, he shows the beauty of what art really is. Now the paintings are ready and the challenge is to find the right gallery for the exhibition. I only wish I could have all of these pieces but nevertheless they are in good hands and the exclusive canvas prints will be available soon.

At the same time my mother is also creating incredible designs and together they embark on their life, always together and always creating…for her story CLICK HERE!


picture Dick Polak

Maron in Paris-2. It continues and grows…

We are continuing in Paris and it gets closer and closer to what is actually familiar growing up, so for me it is a very special transition in the story…

Here in process of painting the studio in Paris…wow!                      Ph. Dick Polack

It is now blossoming and becoming. I wanted to share with you some words from my father and give you a good insight on what is transpiring…

Although the saying  ¨a picture is worth a thousand words” is well known, sometimes it is also necessary to use words as in this case when it comes to review my evolution as a painter one thing is becoming all too obvious as can be seen, my painting is figurative. I always paint what I see, simply because that is what I prefer to do, and apparently posses some skill to it, especially spontaneously without complicated techniques that I had never studied and in many cases that can be dangerous for any artist’s creative process. Yet I knew I had much to learn, and to paint what you see can not always be done using the simplest form, nor was it a novelty in recent art history, and as we know it leads to the total abstraction of Modern Art and I frankly prefer Classic Art. At the moment I was in Paris, the capital of art, in a studio worthy of any great master and a life ahead full of possibilities,it was a matter of working and I set to the task.

So well written, I can see that I write like him… But now here we are in Paris and he is painting, living, creating…

This table, I know this painting and it is beautiful, it is very personal becasue I see the table and everything on it being reminiscent of them! it is that style and feel of it. This is a marvelous piece that will be available soon so keep posted, such a nice size too!

Mi tio Pedro (my uncle) xoxoxo This painting is so well posed by him…

Painting of my mother. I want a picture of myself like this, it’s sexy right?

Here is the painting, the painter and the model. Ph.by Tony Kent for French Vogue

*Almost Sisters*

My mother and Susan Bottomly, such a sweetheart and so beautiful she is, I would love to see her soon.

Here is the painting of their good friend Jose Kleber who with they stayed in Brazil, he went to visit them in Paris. Well! this is simply a beauty, I remember this piece and I always admired it, it is so classy and detail that keeps you looking…really great.

Here you go…take it all in…

Here is a portrait of Miroslava. I met her not more that 3 years ago, it was also then that they had seen each other after all this time, very nice woman. I love to see her back in time through this painting.

Here they are hanging and having some tea? That is Miroslava on the left and my dad in the middle and Yannis Thomas to the right, in their studio in Paris.

Here is Oksana, Miro’s sister…under the brush. Love to see this picture because I also know this painting.

WOW! here it is…don’t rush…take your time

This is Juan Carlos Herrera, this portrait is very interesting because it shows the style of painting that he does in a fast pace, this is a large size portrait that he does in just a few hours!

What a place!

*San Sebastian*

This one I have to add, I know and remember this one, he gets himself so well on every self portrait. I think it is the hardest part to identify yourself so well to get it to perfection the way he does. Love it!


Here is the painting of the studio, finished!

Well this certainly took me to a good place…I love the little black cat walking through :) but we have lots more to do so stay with me and I will take you to the next chapter soon!

*Don’t forget to visit my mother’s blog to see her story of this time line!* Click HERE to get there

With much love xoxoxo



self portrait Paris 1973

Paris – an artist is realized and a calling pursued…

Now my friends things get serious…they are in Paris in a beyond amazing studio they were able to get into after the lady who’s father designed the place realized he was an artist, for that complete story go here…so there they were in the best artist studio in Paris, and Maron knew now that his calling was an inevitable reality. He is a painter and great artist! Now I take you through this episode picture by picture…let’s go

Salvador’s self portrait 1973.

This is a gorgeous painting of my brother Alejandro in Paris…he must have been 5. The size of this piece is very nice, I would say about 4 feet tall by 3 feet wide, give or take.

Here is my grandfather Salvador in Paris, you can see his portrait to the right of the picture…yes indeed that’s him! he was a very funny man, I remember his laugh and loudness! as a young kid I recall the phone conversation between he and my father and how loud you could hear him from a distance! :) So Andaluz he was…Un beso ABUELO!

This is a wonderful piece, a portrait of their friend Pablo and although I have never seen it live, from the picture it is as if I have, I can only imagine in person…lovely!

This is a portrait of Jesus, a friend from Spain which carries a story. He found my father through family and friends and wanted to become a photographer. My father connected him with Tony Kent and so he worked as his assistant for a while…he suddenly was affected by tuberculosis and went to the hospital, he passed away quickly thereafter, sadly and so young. This portrait was given to his parents by Maron.

Well well…here is the MUSE…my mother. LOVELY. (Very nice size as well)

Here he is doing a promo piece but I don’t have much info on this particular one…I could not deprive you of it nevertheless.

Now here is the First of the knot series…my favorite series even though they all amaze me but I particularly love the knots. To the right of the knot it is a portrait of Tony Kent, the theme of the playing card is because he could do amazing magic tricks with cards…look closely at the portrait, it almost looks like a magic trick of his face appearing on the canvas, see it? And below I share with you the knot painting it self up close

The first Toile – 1973…MAGNIFICENT! The wall that has this right now is a lucky wall…

Paris continues and there is more to come


Personal prelude of what is to come in the form of a letter…Maron, my father.

My dear friends, we are now at a very special crossroads in this venture. My father wrote a letter I want to share with you all, this is a very special project for me on many levels…for one they are my parents and I know what they are in terms of art and creativity and even then I am floored every time, even while writing this story I learn more and  more about their timeline and how it all took shape for them, like you reading this for the first time I learn something new about their story. Then this is also my legacy and what I know to be my purpose  in many degrees so sharing this with the world is very important, I thank you personally for following the story and rest assured…there is plenty to come.

Here is the letter from my father, the artista! This is a peak of what is to come and a round up of where we have been and what is next:

My dearest Willy and Alegria, first of all I give a million thanks for everything you are doing, so wonderfully documenting the history of my profession as a painter of fine arts, as the great Mirikitani said: “Now I am a great artist. ” In 1972, we were in Canada and decided to return to Europe. It was then that I made the decision to devote myself entirely to painting, because everything that had happened until then you could say “was offered on a silver platter¨. Not surprising that I was the last to believe that I could really be a true artist. The way things happened it was not easy for me to keep up the image I had created with the help of Juan de Prat-Gay. In short I mean is that it took several years and many trips to face the inevitable dilemma that life had presented me. In ’72 I was resigned to the idea that everything that I had done under the tutelage of Juan was lost or at least missing. When returning to Madrid, finding all my work saved in the “Andalucia transport ¨ ,  seemed a sign from heaven that in fact  painting was my path and Paris seemed the most logical step. But before undertaking this second part of this story, it seems appropriate to look back at those 9 years of my transformation from childhood to adulthood almost without notice..

Here is the original letter in Spanish for my Spanish people ;)

Mi queridisimas Willy y Alegria, ante todo os doy un millón de gracias por todo lo que estáis haciendo documentando tan maravillosamente la historia de mi oficio como pintor de bella artes, como decía el gran Mirikitani: “ahora soy un gran artista”. Habíamos quedado en el año 1972, en que estábamos en Canadá y decidimos volver a Europa. Fue entonces que tome la decisión de dedicarme enteramente a la pintura, pues todo lo ocurrido hasta entonces se me había ofrecido se podría decir ¨en bandeja¨. No sorprende que yo era el último en creer que podía ser de verdad un verdadero artista. De la forma en que las cosas ocurrieron no era nada fácil mantenerme a la altura de la imagen que me había creado con la ayuda de Juan de Prat-Gay. Resumiendo quiero decir que tarde varios años y muchos viajes para poder enfrentarme al dilema ineludible que la vida me había obsequiado. En el 72 ya me había resignado a la idea de que todo lo que había hecho bajo la tutela de Juan se había perdido, al menos estaba en paradero desconocido. Cuando volviendo a Madrid descubrí toda mi obra guardada en ¨transporte Andalucia¨ me pareció una señal del cielo de que en efecto la pintura era mi camino y París parecía la etapa mas lógica. Pero antes de emprender esta segunda parte de la historia me parece adecuado hacer un repaso de esos 9 años de mi adolescencia en que pase de la niñez a la vida adulta sin darme casi cuenta.

1964 – This was one of his very 1st works, let me point out that he had never been to as much as a Museum or seen any real artwork on his own., nor did he ever have any art training or schooling. This is a raw work from Maron

1965 – The 1st exhibition and no less than in New York! wow…I don’t think he would have had this opportunity if there was no talent there don’t you agree??

1966 – for this one and from what I know Marie Helene De Rotschild was a woman with truly manificent taste and patron of artists, she saw the talent in front of her.

1968 – One of the first drawing of my mother in Morocco where they met



1969 – NY

1970 – Ibiza

1971 – Kashmir

1972 – Canada

1973 Madrid

Now my beloved ones we are going to go to Paris…are you ready??

Willy and Salvador Canada

Maron goes to Canada – quiet before the storm, the artistic storm in Madrid.

We are taking you now to Canada, this is where they felt would be a good place to take some time for themselves and since my  mother was still recuperating from being sick in Singapore & her sisters were there it was the perfect time. Vancouver was the place and the details you can follow on my mother’s blog by clicking here.

Now I want to share an amazing collection of drawings of their time in Canada ending in their time in Madrid…please look at every drawing, it is so “far out”!


This next series is a sort of diary book of drawings that I really like because you can look at each drawing and see a tale, a “trip”, psychedelic times, funny ones and personal ones, all different in their own way and unique pieces all on their own…enjoy

Now we go to Madrid and you can see drawings of my father’s side of the family, I can see my Grandmother Margarita on the top 2, her face and her hand. Then you see my uncle Pedro in the next 2…then my Grandfather Salvador sleeping…a friend Jesus next to him and lastly my aunt Margarita…love them!

Once they are living in Madrid something remarcable happens…almost a decade before he had his things and art sent through a transport service to Madrid to an address which was without anyone to accept it so it was returned and the transport service only held things for a year but then years go by and now he is back hoping to find his treasures but not very optimistically. To his surprise when he walks into this office he sees his work framed and hung all over! It must have been such a feeling to walk in and see that what you made with your hands was so revered by another, they let him know that his things for the most part were kept safely by the Director of the Regional office because he LOVED the work so much…he kept it and took care of it very well actually, had drawings framed and hanging all over his office and was fervently letting him know that he had decided to keep them and appreciate them properly. So much so that he had to apologize for giving some drawings away as gifts to other regional managers in other countries and friends of his own. Well even though it hurts to not have all of your things it is such a cool thing in reality! so there they were and they were so loved that Maron let him keep some, the ones he knew he would not leave the man’s office with ha! The rest he took back home where they belonged so many years earlier.

Here are 2 of the surviving drawings he did in ’66 from that adventure

My brother, oil 1972

My Mother, oil.

Now I am going to show you a painting that is so amazing to me…this is a painting of the 3 of them but it is done from him looking at a Polaroid photo, this was sort of an “experiment” if you will…I mean if you think about it really, he did it just looking at a Polaroid photo! I know the original painting and it is of a nice size and the detail is crazy! ok here you go, enjoy

At this point he really wants to dive into painting, it is now March 1973 and they are feeling a Paris movement…Until we arrive there…

*Foot note: you can see all pictures in larger scale by clicking on them 2 times…trust me it’s worth it!

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