I cannot say I remember doing much drawing except during the meetings. I would say I did the majority of my primitive scribbling there. Of course, my mother did not allow that to continue for too long. Other than that I drew for school, elementary and the sort of thing. (I know you all did it too!)

Anyway, I drew whenever I felt like it, which was not a whole lot. And then I drew for the occasional project that called for it, both my siblings and mine.

I put away my pencils for a long time, and there they remained forgotten. Until, one day a girl looked at four rather plain walls, and said, “Ghee, this cannot be. I must find a way to fill the space.” So she pondered and pondered and pondered some more. “I have a need but I have no money, what can I do.” Then she knew. She picked up her pencils. And on the plain walls taped pictures she drew.

So, there you have it, during that pivotal summer of 2000, I started to draw again. It was a good time, because this year I started high school and I needed something to entertain me between lessons, during lessons, and every other time. Most of my drawings were done at this time and between costumers at the restaurant. Fun stuff.

And in 2003, based on my sketching, I was able to enroll in an advanced art class. It wasn’t what I thought it was. Instead of really learning how to draw, I learned how to use charcoal, chalk, oil and tempera paint, scratchboard, linoleum prints, and pen and ink. But hey, I’m not complaining. I liked it.

Please note that most of this was done during that class, and although the college board didn’t see much in it, I like it, so enjoy, or not.