I remember gazing over my uncle Melvie's shoulder as he doodled the most wonderful characters on the dinner napkin at the local L & K diner. I had to be five or six. I knew at that moment that Art was to be my passion. I spent my childhood summers painting what my eyes interpreted. Laying on the front stoop, surrounded in millions of colored wax, just trying to get that next door neighbor's roof just right. Sitting in church, with the members around me coming out of the sermon with a sense of peace, mine was different, I had a masterpiece in hand. I was amazed how I could see my own little picture in every corner of life. When I was in Junior High school, I remember going to see my Art teacher and asking her how to start thinking of scholarship for Art school. She looked at me and with wide eyes, " Well, I've never had a student so young be so interested in Art school!" -But then again, I wasn't just any Art student.
In High School, freshman thru senior Art years were fantastic. I was taught by another inspirational teacher. She had graduated from the same college I would later attend. I was educated on what I would come to recognize later, The Columbus College of Art and Design's Freshman class Curriculum. I was thunderstruck when sitting in my classes at CCAD, and I knew it... Read More