Taking My Art Back
As long as I can remember I have always had a pencil, marker, coloured pencil, or paint brush in hand. My very first work of “art” is proudly framed in the living room. It’s a disaster of colours thrown onto paper by a toddler - looking at it now aggravates me at how messy it is. But my mom likes to say that I planned where each colour was to go as if I knew what composition was.
