Once I learned how to hold a paint brush, I never stopped doodling nonsensical sketches on scratch paper. A few rough drawings, and a week later the image in my head would miraculously appear on a large canvas. It was quite a thrill when I was young (still is, but to a lesser degree).
And so I continued to paint my odd impressions of life on large canvases, no matter where
I lived (and Ive lived in quite a few places). Each new city brought fresh experiences, and since I was relatively young (and quite impressionable), I took every opportunity to learn, absorb and create. Best of all, I was in complete control of the entire process, from creating
the image on paper to spilling it onto an empty, white canvas, just as I envisioned it.