Unfortunately for me, I went to high school in a liberal-arts town. I loved to draw. I took all the Art classes I could. Oftentimes I was in the Art room when I wasn't allowed to be. However, it was quite clear that I was never going to be a good artist compared to the people around me.
So I quit.
As a Christmas present to me, I bought myself a half-priced easel and some pastel chalks. I've never really worked with color before, though I always wished I could make art that had color. The chalks were fairly cheap, so I grabbed them, fought the voice asking me what the point was, and treated myself to some creative tools.
About once a month I play some Radiohead, Beck, Weezer, or whatever is on shuffle, and go for it.
This was my first drawing in December of 2011.
January of 2012
My Art teacher in high school often lectured us that drawings of photographs were not art. Now that I am drawing for me, I am allowing myself to use photographs. The next one is from a photo. I was told she looks like she is having a stroke, but what can you do?
May 2012 (also from a photo)
Sorry if I just Pwned your upload time.