I'm going to guess that I was in 10th grade at the time of this drawing. I can remember the layout of my room. Of all of the time I've rearrange my room this was my favorite placement of furniture and objects. It allowed for space to layout my ideas and art all around me. I drew this while just sitting in bed with a mountain of pillows propped up behind my back. I can't remember the music I was listening to at the time, but going back to the fact that I was in high school, I had plenty of angst and emotion eminating from me that I didn't need music to help my need for expression.

This was the transition. I might have started the sketch for this in high school, but the true form of this drawing and all of it's detailed work took place during my first few classes of college at the Art Institute in Pittsburgh. I can remember those classes well. The whole experience was so surreal. I was finally among people that weren't afraid to be who they were. Thinking back to these times still triggers tingles in the back of my head. Parking across the river where it was cheaper, meeting the new people, climbing 9 stories of stairs cuz there were only 3 elevators, finally be submersed into a world that felt right at the height of my interest in the world of personal expression. I think I got off track... I like crosses, they're pretty.

 

Everyone said that I needed to incorporate color into my art......fine

 

I drew this when I was about 10 years old or younger. I had a hard time grasping structure at that time, as you can see the nest is floating in the tree without a branch to support it. I probably still make these mistakes though as I allow so many things to distract me now that I'm an adult.