Growing up, I enjoyed drawing, but it was always in the service of an idea. I drew all the time, and I enjoyed making.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I have had an interest in art since childhood. I loved to draw as a child and still do.
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.
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.
As long as I can remember, I've always loved to draw. But my interest in drawing wasn't encouraged very much.
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.
I was three years old when I started drawing. I did it all my life.
When I was a kid, I never felt that what I was drawing really represented me; it was just something I enjoyed.
I loved painting and drawing for many reasons. One of them was that all it really required was me, a pencil and a pad. It was something I was passionate about, and still am.
I knew from the age of five what I wanted to do. The one thing I could do was draw. I couldn't draw that much better than some of the other kids, but I cared more and I wanted it badly.
From an early age, I had always loved drawing. Laying on the floor, in front of the fire, drawing from my imagination, marching soldiers, dive bombers, spaceships and monsters. Now, suddenly, I was drawing from real life!