I guess I didn't enjoy drawing very much. It was like homework.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
As long as I can remember, I've always loved to draw. But my interest in drawing wasn't encouraged very much.
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.
After a long period of not drawing, you have to, like, relearn how to draw. It's not very fun.
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 constant in how I expressed myself.
When I was a kid, I never felt that what I was drawing really represented me; it was just something I enjoyed.
I learned how to draw from being bored in school. I would doodle on the margins of my paper.
It became clear to me that I had to push it toward a more representational way of drawing.
I've done a bit of teaching, but I gave it up - I felt uneasy teaching illustration to people who hadn't yet learned to draw.
Growing up, I enjoyed drawing, but it was always in the service of an idea. I drew all the time, and I enjoyed making.