a drawing of a classmate done in my freshman drawing class
I started out in the fine arts, as it were.
My mother would buy me rolls (yes, rolls) of paper to satiate my appetite for drawing. I sketched and doodled and colored so much it would get me in trouble in school, particularly when I filled the margins of my workbooks with drawings of animals and trees and whatnot. Over time I found tools on the computer that substituted for pencil and paper, and the frequency of my doodling on notes and napkins waned.
Fortunately my interest in drawing has allowed me to acquire the job I have today, but I feel sometimes as though I’ve betrayed my roots by hardly picking up a pencil in a day’s time. Continue Reading »
