Black Girl Draws Stephen Curry on a Piece of Bread Paper – His Reaction Left Everyone in Shock!
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The Bread Paper Artist
On a dusty sidewalk in East Oakland, beneath the relentless morning sun, a small black girl named Jasmine Williams sat quietly behind her makeshift stand. The table was nothing more than an upside-down cardboard box, and spread atop it were her most treasured possessions: delicate drawings rendered on sheets of bread paper. The yellowish, textured paper was an unlikely canvas, but it gave her art a softness and life that ordinary paper never could.
Jasmine was only twelve years old, but her eyes held the weight of a thousand struggles. Each line she drew carried the hopes and dreams of a child who had seen too much hardship yet refused to surrender her spirit. Her fingers, stained with graphite and colored pencil dust, moved instinctively as she sketched portraits of her hero—Steph Curry, the star of the Golden State Warriors.
Her story was one of quiet resilience. Since her father had left two years earlier, Jasmine had taken on the role of caregiver to her younger siblings, Marcus and Zoe. Their mother, Denise, worked three cleaning jobs to keep the family afloat, leaving Jasmine to manage the household and find ways to contribute. The family’s small apartment was cramped and peeling with age, but it was filled with love and determination.
Each morning, Jasmine woke before dawn. She prepared sandwiches for her siblings to take to school, carefully slicing the bread thin to make it last. The bread itself was often stale, but it was a small mercy in a house where every penny counted. After school, Jasmine sold homemade sweets—brigadeiros and cookies—prepared by her mother in the early hours at Mr. Rodriguez’s bakery. The baker was one of the few kind souls in the neighborhood, offering his kitchen and leftover bread paper to Jasmine for her drawings.
Despite the hardships, Jasmine found solace in art. At school, she was quiet and diligent, often retreating to a corner during recess to draw. Her art teacher, Mrs. Bennett, recognized her talent immediately and encouraged her to join afterschool art classes. But Jasmine’s responsibilities at home meant she had to decline. Still, Mrs. Bennett secretly left her colored pencils and paper, small gifts that fueled Jasmine’s passion.
One sweltering summer Thursday, Jasmine set up her stand as usual on the corner of Market Street and 7th. The first hours passed slowly, with only a few sales of sweets. To pass the time, Jasmine pulled out a sheet of bread paper and began sketching Steph Curry’s face with careful precision. Her hands moved fluidly, capturing the star’s confident smile and focused gaze.
Unbeknownst to Jasmine, a small crowd had gathered, drawn by the beauty of her work. Among them was a well-dressed man who offered to buy the drawing for twenty dollars—a fortune compared to what Jasmine usually earned. The sale sparked a flicker of hope in her heart. Maybe, just maybe, her art could change their lives.
That hope was soon put to the test. The next day, Jasmine displayed five new Curry portraits, each more detailed and vibrant than the last. But the neighborhood boys laughed at her prices, and sales were slow. Still, she persevered, driven by the belief that her talent deserved recognition.
Then came the day that changed everything.
A community event was announced for Jefferson Square, promising food, music, and celebrity guests. Jasmine knew this was her chance. She worked late into the night, creating seven new drawings, each capturing a different moment in Curry’s career—the bite of his mouthguard, the triumphant three-point shot, the joyful celebration.
The morning of the event, Jasmine set up her stand near the square’s entrance. The neighborhood buzzed with excitement as the crowd swelled. Jasmine sold more sweets than ever before, and three drawings found new homes. Then, the news spread: Steph Curry himself was attending.
Jasmine’s heart pounded as she squeezed through the crowd, finally seeing her idol up close. He was just as she had imagined—smiling, approachable, surrounded by fans. But when the event coordinator announced a walk through the neighborhood, the crowd surged forward, carrying Jasmine along.
As the procession rounded the corner near Jasmine’s stand, Curry’s gaze fell upon the bread paper portraits. Time seemed to slow. He stopped, asking who had drawn them. Marcus, trembling, pointed to Jasmine. Security opened a path, and Jasmine stepped forward, her legs shaking.
Crouching to her level, Curry examined the drawings in awe. “This is extraordinary,” he said. He noticed the price—fifteen dollars—and understood the significance. Jasmine explained how she helped her mother with bills, selling art to support her family.
Moved by her story, Curry bought all her drawings for several hundred dollars, far more than she asked. Then, he spoke to her mother, Denise, about supporting Jasmine’s talent. The encounter was captured by cameras, and the story went viral, inspiring the community and beyond.
Within days, the Steph Curry Foundation for Arts and Education reached out. Jasmine was offered a full scholarship to the Oakland Young Artists Program, along with professional art supplies and mentoring. A van arrived at their apartment, delivering boxes filled with paints, brushes, canvases, and pencils—a treasure trove that transformed Jasmine’s world.
Weeks later, an old store near Jasmine’s stand was reborn as the Sidewalk Art Studio, a vibrant community space for young artists. Jasmine was named its first student and ambassador, a symbol of hope and perseverance.
As Jasmine stood in the bright new studio, surrounded by colors and possibilities, she knew her journey was just beginning. The little girl who once drew on bread paper now dreamed bigger than ever, ready to paint a brighter future—not just for herself, but for her entire community.
