I was in sixth grade when I first did art. We had art in school, and I liked it. I liked the colors and the things we had to draw, especially still-life like fruit in baskets. I used pastels, and the grapes actually looked like grapes. Then, I just kept going.

I feel like I’m escaping when I do art. I lock myself into whatever picture I’m drawing. The house could be burning down, and I’d still be drawing.