The most precious thing I have is an easel. It is old. I was given it about 7 or 8 years ago. I was very glad because it was a present for no reason. I could improve my drawing skills. My easel at the art school was number 45. My dad called my home easel Valera due to its unusual shape. It was difficult to fold my easel and it took time to put it together.It has a very unusual colour. It is completely black because it's easier to distinguish tones of colours on a black background. I did not know how to wash it, because I was afraid of spoiling the paint. That's why we just laquered it. My easel is very lagre and takes a good deal of room. I often leave it in the middle of the room in order to let paint dry on the picture. Sometimes I can hear my dad swearing in he dark when he trip over the easel. I like painting using the easel, because it's more convenient than painting at the desk, You aren't stained by the paind and you don't have a back problem. You can spend more time painting. My cat likes Valera too. It's so pleasant to sleep in its shadow.