I always thought I was going to be an artist. All I ever did was draw. I only ever turned to writing because I couldn't find somebody to write the kind of stuff I wanted to do. That just spiraled out of control.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I was in high school, I thought I might be an artist. I was very good at drawing and painting.
By the time I was a teenager, I knew I wanted to be an artist. I was a born draftsman and liked all forms of art, so I just knew that's what I wanted to do.
I never wanted to be a writer. I wanted to be a book illustrator. I used to hurry home from school and draw.
I went to art high school and thought I'd be a painter. Unfortunately I didn't finish high school, but that's always been part of my work.
Although I still occasionally paint and draw, my life has now been shaped by my writing.
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.
I wanted to become an artist because it meant endless possibilities. Art was a way of reinventing myself.
I had never really thought of myself as a writer; any writing I had done was just to give myself something to draw.
I wrote as a kid, but I never wanted to be a writer, particularly. I had been drawing and painting for years and loved that.
I was always making things. Even though art was what I did every day, it didn't even occur to me that I would be an artist.