I don't have many early memories, but I've always known that I wanted to be an artist. My mom tells me that I used to watch her draw and paint when I was a baby. Of course, I don't remember that, but I do remember drawing a cow in kindergarten. Actually, I don't specifically remember drawing the cow, but I distinctly remember my teacher telling me how good it was. Up to that point, I thought everyone knew how to draw, and it was at that moment I knew I was different and my path was decided. Fast forward many decades later, and I'm still "drawing." I feel very blessed to have been able to provide for my family while doing the thing I've loved since before I can remember.

p.s. This is not the actual drawing but it was done by me. ᵕ̈