DIY
Evolution of a Young Artist
Or, how I grew up, but never lost my love of art
Growing up, I was always an artist. I loved drawing, scribbling down images from my imagination and of the world around me. I would draw on loose sheets of paper and in my diaries, and whenever it was an option, I would include art in my homework assignments.
I distinctly remember receiving constant praise from adults about my art, telling me I was talented, that I was gifted. My art-based homework often received A grades (as with the two images above), and I learned that drawing could be a way for quick approval.
Likely, this approval contributed, at least in part, to my confident belief that I would become an artist when I grew up—a certainty that never wavered throughout my early school years.
As I grew older, I remained resolute in my goals and pursued them by continuing to sketch and draw in my notebooks. When choosing electives, I always opted for the art class, where I learned about the color wheel, one- and two-point perspectives, and other techniques designed to help young artists build their skills.