Index, Thumb, Pencil, & Paper

According to my experience writing has never been my strong point. I never started off as a writer, or even a designer. Hell, I was never even good at typing or working a full time job... let alone part time. Not even trying to become an Artist. Although, something was definitely there for me in the Arts department. Every Artist growing up from a child to adult surely had to have started somewhere.

During my elementary years... I had no idea what letters were nor numbers. I had no clue as to what my teachers were trying to teach me. Until one day, I was put into special education. The teachers were trying their best to explain to me what words sound like, and how to write them down using characters consisting of letters and numbers. Every day I was given a paper and a pencil. I can see what the other students were doing with their pencil and paper and how they held their pencils. All I had to do was Mimic.

Mimic their behavior, mimic their patterns and the way they acted while moving those pencils up and down their paper, side to side, in circles all around. peep a sound, smile at the teachers and continue moving that graphite all across the paper. One classmate had letters and numbers the other had a little man drawn at the corner of their paper. I focused on that particular artwork drawn at the corner of the paper and it reminded me of the cartoons I use to watch every morning before school. Those lazy mornings where you just don't want to go to school but stay home and watch cartoon all morning to night. That was what I got out of glancing at the little man on the corner of the paper. I was intrigued, I was interested but I had no tongue. I could not speak the same language everyone else. All I could do was Mimic what he drew and show it off.

Everyday I came to school I would glance at papers checking if there are anything interesting then I would sit and draw things. 3D letters & numbers. Faces, hands, arms, legs, feet, or torso. My mindset was make it look, "Make it look interesting, make it look interesting." Then show it off. So that's what I did day after day. I learned to write letters and numbers. I learned to write them in the order they are actually supposed to go in order to spell out a word. I learned my first swear word... "shit."

Because of that word I was put in time out. The more I cursed the more times I was put in time out. I had no idea what that word meant until a couple of class mates drew a cow taking a shit in the middle of a grassy field. He wrote, "shit" next to the falling crap hitting the ground. I understood. I was mind blown of how words and artwork can speak louder than words. I knew for sure, "shit," was definitely not a very pleasant word. There were some things we are not allowed to mimic in public because of its indecency. Instead I questioned it. Why?

At the age of 18 I was a starting Artist. I drew many artwork, my reputations has grown at a scale I never thought possible. Friends and classmates come to me every other week asking me to draw certain things for them. Sure, I delivered. I was a recommended artist on many levels but just one fateful day I never intended. One of my Hentai artwork has been exposed to a few classmates for it had fallen out of my folder. A one person picked it up to hand it to me. He looked directly at the drawing observing it. I can see in his eyes he was surprised. I thought I was going to get in trouble. I was for sure he was going to turn it into the teachers. Instead he handed it back to me and whispered in my ears. "Hey can you draw something like that for me? I want to show some of my friend after school." I gave him the artwork he took it and stashed it with the rest of his papers.

To be continued--->