When I was in high school, I secretly wanted to do art, but I thought all of my friends were better artists than me. I thought that if you were an artist, you could draw and paint and sketch with perfection, and you used brushes and paints and sometimes different papers and had beautiful sets of colored pencils and could duplicate anything. There's a part of me that still thinks that. My high school best friend, Nancy, drew the most amazing picture of a wizard climbing, what was probably the stairway to heaven.( It WAS the 70's!) She drew it in pencil and the image has stayed with me for the rest of my life. I was in awe of her talent. I didn't think that I could be an artist and I was envious of the people that had that spark. Here's a picture of me in high school, about 15 years old, all blue eyeshadow and blemishes. I was too young to understand what being an artist means.
