For me, drawing was an outlet. No one in school said, 'Oh, she can do sports,' or, 'She's pretty,' but I could draw.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I loved drawing, but I just couldn't do it to the level that some of my friends could. That pulled me up unconsciously because I wanted to be like them, and I wanted to draw.
Drawing was a cheap way for me to express myself. It gave a focus to my thinking and my life from a very early age.
Drawing was the only thing I was any good at in school, but I never dreamt I would, or even could, spend my life doing it.
As long as I can remember, I've always loved to draw. But my interest in drawing wasn't encouraged very much.
Growing up, I enjoyed drawing, but it was always in the service of an idea. I drew all the time, and I enjoyed making.
My family always encouraged my drawing ability. Kids in school who teased me about my reading would get out of their seats and stand behind my desk as I worked and go, 'Wow, you can really draw.' Later, I earned a degree in Fine Art and got a Ph.D. in Art History.
I always liked creativity, whether it was to draw or sew - any creative assignment I was getting from school, or just on my own.
I cannot recall a period when I did not draw; and at school, the studies that were distasteful to me, mathematics and grammar, were retarded by the indulgence of teachers who were proud of my drawing faculties, and passed over my neglect of uncongenial subjects.
For me, drawing is a way of navigating the imagination, and it remains the fundamental vehicle of my practice. Drawing allows me to be at my most inventive.
When I was a kid, I loved to draw, and I was lucky because I had parents and teachers and grown-ups around who recognised and encouraged that.