My love of art started in childhood, changing from a comforter to a creative getaway.
I began drawing when I was six-years-old. I loved the ideas that I came up with and that I could use colors to express myself, though it was not seen as gifted but original. I never really entered into art contests, however, well-known to my teachers and peers from elementary to high school, I was all up for originality and never copying/tracing another person's work.
I experienced bullying at ate 8 when I was picked on for my size (I was a very active child but my diet was not the best). I did not tell anyone in particular about how these things made me feel, so I just used my drawings to express my strong feelings. I would add a bit of poetry in a vague sense to express what I wanted to feel or how I wanted to get away from it. When the bullying would put me in a very dark place, my art was dark, gloomy, depressing, gray, and I often thought of disappearing. I would spend most of my time alone in my room, being as quiet as possible to try and tune out the world. Many of those drawings I have since done away with and a few I have kept of happier times (a brown unicorn with a rainbow and sunny sky).
Throughout junior high, the bullying and changes within my body worsened how I felt about myself and others, so much so that I completely separated my daily life to what I liked to do in my private time. When I was at school, all I could think about was a doodle. I doodled on my desk, then I would take that idea and go home and draw it. If someone bullied my, I would make fun of them with my drawings. Later on in years, I would become very good at making little comic books using certain people as characters. I was cartoonist by unofficial means and, at that point, I knew I loved to draw not just because I had become good at it free-hand but because I simply loved it.
I learned that there are were many different mediums. I loved watercolors which I used my house as my first landscaping portraitšand later on acrylics. Pens, markers, crayons, pastels, charcoal, etc., all new to me. Oh my imagination really kicked into high gear!!! I learned how to create graffiti which became a favorite throughout the remainder of junior high and all through high school. I can't say I remember when I began using Sharpie markers in my drawings on copy paper but I seemed to have used them a lot. A lot of my ideas that I insisted on drawing is anime (DBZ/DB, SailorMoon, Pokemon, animated films by Hayao Miyazaki, etc) simply because I grew up watching it and I found myself able to relate to the characters as well as have an appreciation for the animation itself. Other honorable mentions include films by Disney and Fox20. I wanted to become an animator and that dream is still alive in me.
To see other's works in museums and in documentaries inspires me, not to seek recognition or fame but to truly love what I am capable of and to continue improving in my freedom to expressive in all of my works, no matter if the meaning is well conveyed or understood. When I cannot put something into words, I imagine what others reaction would be if they saw in black & white or color!! Will I use more of my favorite color, purple, or will I use a mix of beautiful hues? Who cares! I cannot see myself going a single day without at the very least a doodle of some sort or an idea that I must get out of my head and on something that people can see.
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