My first successful drawing was of a hot air balloon in the third grade. When my teacher returned it, there was a big check-plus scrawled on the back with a smiley face. It was at this moment that I knew art was going to be my lifelong companion. There was no going back.
The biggest obstacle in my early years was the small town where I was from. To my memory, everything seemed to be colored beige and art instruction was just not a priority. So I did my best to emulate the artist's life. I spent most of my time in my room keeping company with my fish, becoming paler by the day. I challenged myself to draw anything I could find. Most note worthy were the eleven drawings I made of a photo of Han Solo in Teen Magazine until it looked like him. Many thanks to George Lucas. I owe most of my drawing skills to him.
Jump forward to now. I no longer live in my bedroom, but instead have a studio where I hide. I do try to get out occasionally and play with others. National Geographic has replaced Teen Magazine and not only is my reading material full of colorful people and places, so is my life.
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