My first memory of falling in love with art and colour - specifically the color yellow - happened when I was 5 years old. I had just finished colouring a picture of a squirrel in my kindergarden class. I didn't care about the colouring itself (it was messy), I just had an overwhelming experience of merging with the colour yellow. Like it was in me, not in the yellow crayon I was using.  I rushed to show everyone, but the responses were disappointing. I won't name names because who hasn't been critiqued for their artistic ability (or lack of) at an early age? It's a tradition that's passed down from one generation to the next. You have be "good" at art. You can't just feel good about what you make. 

Discovering comics and continuing to draw and make art that pleases me has been a 50+ year journey. I hope to share what I've learned with you!