Rant
I started drawing when I was an adult. I took art courses in college when I needed more credits. Turns out I wasn't awful like I thought I was all those years. My grandfather was a local artist and had work in shows all of the time.
Now I have come to terms with him not caring about me. He always had negitive things to say about my art as a child and therefore I thought I could not do it. He tired to teach my sister and let her use his art supplies. Problem is I am the one who loves it. I am the one who the world melts away for when I have a pencil and paper. It makes me happy and clam. I fully believe that I could have been amazing if taught and had been getting better and better though out my life. I still love it and am thankful I finally found a passion. I just wish I had it sooner. It clams me down and helps with anxiety. Maybe on my next life I will have the same love of it and find it sooner. At least I finally have something that makes me passionate the way history does.
Now I have come to terms with him not caring about me. He always had negitive things to say about my art as a child and therefore I thought I could not do it. He tired to teach my sister and let her use his art supplies. Problem is I am the one who loves it. I am the one who the world melts away for when I have a pencil and paper. It makes me happy and clam. I fully believe that I could have been amazing if taught and had been getting better and better though out my life. I still love it and am thankful I finally found a passion. I just wish I had it sooner. It clams me down and helps with anxiety. Maybe on my next life I will have the same love of it and find it sooner. At least I finally have something that makes me passionate the way history does.