The early years
I often get asked whether I was born with an art talent. I don't really know for the truth is I can't remember that far back. My mom did save one of my early drawings however. My actions must have been discovered before I finished my masterpiece. From what I have heard I did get an instant reward for my efforts. But it seems I didn't let that discourage me from continuing with my art.
Somehow I survived my early childhood and moved into grade school. From the earliest grades my interest and passion for art showed up. Early report cards had 'A's in art and special notes encouraging me to continue. My mom who worked in a department store brought home the white cardboard sheets that were packed between the men's shirts she put on the shelves. I drew endless versions of Disney cartoons and other subjects. I remember taping them to the walls of my bedroom for all to see.
Elementary school was in the tiny town of Blueberry Creek, British Columbia, where we lived. Three grades were combined - 1,2 and 3 for my first three years and 4, 5 and 6 for the last. I remember getting in trouble for constantly filling the margins and unused pages with drawings.
I was terrible at sports. Years later we discovered I had split vision, explained simply, I looked out of my left eye only - despite having perfect vision in both. But it meant I had no depth perception. It also meant I always squinted with my right eye most of the time (and still do to this day). I was nicknamed 'Spaz' by one of my teachers in high school on account of my poor eye-hand coordination. Art continued to be my focus until the end of my grade nine year. In those years my parents encouraged me to do academic courses rather than my art.
Years later, as I got into my dimensional art career, I wished I had taken more art and the shop courses offered instead of the math and sciences I graduated with. But as I got into the computerized routing the math did come in handy. The english and writing courses also came in handy as I began writing the blogs and articles for magazines so I guess it all came in handy in the end.
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