Strange though it may be, for the majority of my life I was an artist. I took lessons for ten years and a day never went by where I didn’t draw something. I got reemed by innumerable teachers for doodling in class. Notebooks upon binders upon piles of my work contribute largely to the clutter of my house. But then I went to college and pretty much stopped. I still did a little here and there, but as new interests (like writing and, you know, binge drinking) filled my life, there was less room for that old one.
Now, fate has me back working at the same art studio I grew up attending, and 2012 is looking to be a renaissance year for me. Forgive my being a little rusty, but below is some of what I’ve been doing lately. More to come.