since I was about five years old, i wanted to be an artist.
i watched my mom paint like she was a genius.
when i tried, she’d often paint over it..
but then the day came where she started letting me paint important things,
and then the day she wanted me to draw things for her..

since then, i’ve been hooked.
the feel of a pen (sometimes pencil, but not usually) in my hand,
the love of creating things has always been apart of me..

and since that love has been very strong, my nana has all but made me promise to not give up my dreams and not go to art school as her dad hadn’t, and it was the biggest mistake he ever made..

so, partly for me, partly for her (and him, he was an amazing artist, i would be happy to be half the artist he was..) i study graphic design, terrified i will flop and never make anything of myself, but if i do,

i’ll be damned if i didn’t try.