No, I didn't become disenchanted. I just couldn't paint like them.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was a very sensitive kid who then had to condition myself to desensitize.
I paint people not because of what they are like, not exactly in spite of what they are like, but how they happen to be.
I came out of the womb drawing on everything; I used to draw on my mother's white furniture and her white walls with her red lipstick and my pencils. Little did she know that would later materialize into me doing what I do now - I'm a painter as well and a micromechanical engineer.
I tried painting for a short time and realized that I was not a child prodigy at painting.
I have always thought of myself as a painter derailed by circumstance.
I found I have to stay painting.
Oh, I paint all the time.
It has bothered me all my life that I do not paint like everybody else.
I did not use paint, I made myself up morally.
I was blown away by being able to color. Then I started to draw... bringing a blank white canvas to life was fascinating.