I started attempting to replicate what I saw around me with pencil and paper at the age of four. I still remember the first thing I ever drew; it was a swan-shaped ornament on my grandmother's living room coffee table. My mother saw the drawing and began to show it to the rest of my family, and they all crowded around me and applauded. I was confused at their reaction to what I thought of as no big deal. At the time, it hadn't occurred to me that I had done anything special; drawing just seemed a natural part of existing; it was something that I thought everybody did.
Throughout my life, art has been a multitasking agent; a way to relax, a way to feel alive and inspired...therapeutic, even. With building my career as a journalist and educator, I found that I had less and less time to indulge my passion; however, after being encouraged by my artist friends to participate in the 2018 Inktober challenge, I found myself falling in love with putting pencil to sketchbook again, and, like an old flame, a familiar lover, art has welcomed me back with open arms. Come, journey with me, as I rediscover the old, and become acquainted with the new.