I was probably around eight years old (I’m not good with time anymore) when I found this old sketchbook. It had amazing drawings in it. When I asked my dad whose it was, surprisingly it was his. I had no idea. From that day forward, my heart burned for art. Even when I lost him at age 14, it seemed to morph into a safe place for me. A sanctuary if you will. As I grew older, I tried my hand at college courses, which helped, but that was as far as I had went. I love to explore where I can go be myself and try new things to see if I’m good at them. Crafts are also where it’s at. I love all genres of art, so I can’t just stick to the basics. Anyways, thank you for letting me ramble on. I’ve got a gallery if you’d like to check out my art and a comments section, too, so please leave a jot.
Thank you, enjoy and have a masterpiece of a day!
