I always wanted to be an artist, whatever that was, like other chicks want to be stewardesses. I read. I painted. I thought.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
When I left school, I wanted to be an artist, specifically a painter.
I wanted to be a painter.
I always wanted to be a painter. I loved painting. I went on three different art courses but had no talent whatsoever.
I had wanted to be a sculptor throughout life, but to do so, I had to stop painting.
When I was in high school, I thought I might be an artist. I was very good at drawing and painting.
Seriously, I wanted to be an artist because I saw that it meant endless possibilities. I came from a badly managed family background, so art was a way of reinventing myself.
From the age of six I wanted to be an artist. At that point I meant a painter, but it turned out what I really meant was I was someone who was very interested in watching the world and making copies of it.
I wanted to become an artist because it meant endless possibilities. Art was a way of reinventing myself.
In my previous life, I was an artist. I still paint. I love art.
I painted. I wanted to be a painter. I sang.