Early Years of Drawing
I remember my 4th grade teacher being one of my biggest supporters of my drawing. She had always tried to bring in paper or show me things in books we were reading. Still one of my most favorite people to this day. 
Funny enough, I found a couple of my old pictures in my folk's garage. Its been ages since I'd seen them. ​​​​​​​
Why Dinosaurs?
Ever since I was a kid, I've loved dinosaurs! It never ceases to amaze me, even to this day, how something so huge and fierce could have lived on this planet; and for so long too!
What could they have looked like? How could they have behaved? What sort of adaptions helped them conquer such wide ranges of ecosystems? Honestly, this is probably one of my favorite things to do- to speculate and hypothesize about these amazing creatures. 
Unfortunately, we simply can't go out and study them, so deductive reasoning will have to do. 
Could they have had feathers? for what purpose? what size? would certain types do better in one environment or another? Science is about learning. In the paleontological community, new discoveries are made everyday. I think that's part of what makes dinosaurs so exciting... New ideas are brought to light, and old ideas evolve. Information is  never quite set it stone- no pun intended.  
Why Art?
- Art has a way of explaining things that words cannot. For someone who always seemed to say the wrong thing, or at times just has no idea how to communicate with others, showing a picture or using an image can be incredibly helpful. Now if only I could get other people to decipher it without having to explain. 
- You can't screw up art. You either make it or you don't. Simple. Although you can fail technical skills, but that's for another time. 
- My art often shows things I like, things that I'd love to have but don't, and things I wish could happen. At times I find it shows my mental stability as some compositions are completely surreal. Should I talk to a therapist? Probably. Am I going to? Not right now. 
- I was able to play in a way that wasn’t messy, or loud, or obnoxious. ​​​​​​​
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