The history of my drawings
The other topic I choose for the spring board project is how much I like to draw. As you know I am a descent drawer of anime and others but I couldn’t draw to save my life when I was little. I was born in Atlanta, Georgia and my dad and I moved to a place called Cherokee county where I began to draw with some new kids but I was most certainly not expecting the rollercoaster of emotions that were to soon follow in the events that caused me to want to draw better. The shapes I drew at the time were always bent out of place and disoriented but neither I nor my classmates (including my teacher) really cared but I still tried over and over I tried so hard, but to no avail and the next year came around and I thought I wasn’t the only one to have a hard time drawing stuff because it was first grade and this kind of thing was the norm ohh was I wrong. Second grade! A new school year surly I will be able to color and draw something by now with all that practice over the summer? Nope! Although I still drew, my class mates were beginning super seed me and began to color in the lines and I thought I could really draw that year so I traced the pictures in my how to draw book and showed them to the class that to show them that I could draw even if it is by tracing. Then out of the blue my classmate then called me out for my bluff and said that I couldn’t do anything but trace and I wanted to prove him wrong so I drew a picture from what I had learned from tracing and lets just say this is not the feel good moment of the page because it was so much worse than his he and several others laughed harshly and made fun of my drawings (if I remember correctly my memory is a little shady).Saddened by their comments I brushed it off and instead of going home and crying I still drew. I have to admit my diligence was pretty impressive on the drawing thing because I still drew on and I became enraged and frustrated at myself at why I could see a drawing’s lines on T.V. and in my minds eye and not be able to draw it and still couldn’t draw a normal person or a cartoon character like my piers but I still drew on.
Third Grade! My friends were drawing and coloring in the lines and creating beautiful works of art (in third grade terms) and I was still drawing misshapen things I called art. They began to draw flowers and I could not. They could draw dogs and other animals while I still could not. They could draw the sun and the sky and oceans, the hills and mountains, space and planets and I still could not. After that I stopped for a while and tried to draw other things like cars, houses, trains, ect. But still I could not, and that was all that I drew threw out fourth grade (a few tries at drawing people but it all failed miserably) but that is where it started to change. when I finished the rest of my fifth grade in Dothan, Alabama and met my friend Chris Dor. He and his drawings inspired me to draw again and even though my drawings still sucked it was mostly his friendship that helped me through the rest of the year but little did I know that I was about to make a friend who would not only help me to draw better but to increase my skill to new levels.
Sixth grade! The day we went to school my best friend Chris had been sent to the other side of the hall due to his class schedule (the classes were separated by 6 1 and 6 2 because they had so many students or so. There was a big open section where we would take our breaks which were kind of like recess but not out side. Well any ways his classes were on the opposite side of mine and we hardly meet because his side didn’t have break at the same time as us so it was a hallway meeting kind of thing) so as I had no real friends on my side I was pretty sad but then one day a new student arrived and his name was Marquis Station and he and I became just as tight as I was with Chris. Luckily he and Marquis lived in the same complex and were great friends. He could draw so well I was dumbfounded. And he pushed me to do better and I started to draw and with his help I became more confident and made even more friends I even started to draw better the best I had done so far but I was still far far away from Marquis’s talent and I still am. I later meet Howard Newsome along with other who knew how to draw almost as good as Marquis but I like to think I have surpassed some of them or at least what I can remember of their drawings. Even though they were still bad it was I had opened a secret and dormant well of drawing talent I had been trying to find. And from their I began to increase my skill, but alas as you know some good things come to an end and I moved to another new state after the school year. So we moved to Ohio where my dad went to college (well he went to Cleveland and thought it would be good for me to go to school in the same state besides it was either here or Seattle) and I still tried to draw and into my seventh year I had gotten better but still not at Marquis’s level (maybe Chris’s) but I still drew on. People made fun of my favorite shows, belittled my drawings, and made fun of DragonBall Z and other animes to the point I wanted to cry while turning that sadness into rage and began to get angry and then like I did when I was in second grade and eventually shrugged it off and the very people who ridiculed me later became my friends. And with experiences under my belt I knew they would act the same so I was use to it but once in a while it did get to me but not many times. All and all it was an okay year. Now in eighth grade I can draw a lot better than I use to and the people from last year that I knew can vouch for that. And so as this new school year begins will I surpass Marquis this year? Most likely no but maybe one day we will be equals in the art of drawing.
