I figure I’ve spent about 20,000 hours of my life drawing. I’ve always enjoyed my imagination, and I’ve worked hard to properly depict what I see in my mind. For years I felt like the kid in the back seat of the station wagon, impatiently asking, “are we there yet?”
“No,” I’d say. Then I’d slouch sullenly for awhile, only to find myself back at it again.
Several things have gotten me to where I am now: Continue reading