Well congratulations to me for digging deep! After that whole “Was I born an artist?” thing I decided to take a trip down memory lane because my Mom saved almost EVERYTHING my sister and I made as children. What exactly was I capable of at 6, 8, and 14? In truth, I wish there was no paper trail but since it exists and I started to wonder, here we are. Sit back and be prepared to be extremely underwhelmed.
6 years old.
So, I was 6 and half years old when I sketched these. Not too bad for a barely literate child. But I digress, lets move on to age 7, 8, and 9.
My bird phase.
Birds were a real obsession for me, just like guinea pigs. Not sure why exactly but I do recall that they were the most readily available subject matter to sketch as they were always in our yard eating worms.
As I grew older I began to attempt to mastering my craft. These two gems were my first paintings worth saving. Worth is a word I use loosely…
I really wish I knew what my inspiration was for this one. I mean, it’s not bad per say, but why a hobo with long ugly toe nails?
The pieces below were done when I was 10/11 ish. Thankfully I do seem to be getting better with time.
This next set of artwork is actually another story all on it’s own. That post will follow after this one. Believe me, it is a hilariously wonderful story. On to the artwork. Around the age of 11 I became completely devoted to becoming a werewolf. I know, fun right? Well, I also started drawing them. Enjoy!
I like that they kind of look like a saber tooth tigers and wolves combined. A very interesting take on werewolves. On to age 14 and 15. I think we can all agree, thankfully, I got better and well, the rest is history.