A reality and not just a glittery dream...

     I fantasized in becoming an artist when I was 4 years old.. I would draw flowers, people... but if my parents looked at my sketchbook, to them it would be more like scribbles of flower, scribbles of people, and just scribbles and more scribbles. Regardless, to me it was always considered as a dream not necessarily a reality in becoming an artist.
    When I came back from France to good ole Tucson, Az. I was pondering on the idea of finishing Architecture. Like I had mentioned before, architecture was not for me. It wasn't because I didn't like it. I loved it! The history is amazing, the process is fun, but there was just one thing that was keeping me behind from everyone else... my drawing skills were just horrific!!
    There was only one thing to do... take a drawing class! I enrolled into the Art Center Design Collage, now called The South West University of Visual Arts and took my first introduction to drawing. During my stay, my professor never failed to whisper into my ear that I should become a fine artist. It only took her one full semester to convince me.

I have to admit, even though they are my first drawings, I was quite impressed. My professor gave me the confidence and made me realize that becoming an artist was a reality and not just a glittery dream. Thank you Deidre!