i tell people sometimes that when i use to be a very bad artist.Yes i could draw a little but it wasn't great. In the process of cleaning up and preparing myself for moving soon i ran across an old huge sketch pad from college. This was my first semester in the art program after waiting until my senior year in elementary education to deciding to transfer to the art department. I remember my parents questioning my judgement if that was something wise to do. If i hadn't made that decision my life would be totally different.
So in an art class that challenged the way i drew and trained my to become a student of art more than a past time hobby. I find myself looking at these sketches sometimes glad to have gone through the process.
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