first ever realistic drawing vs. the lastest one
2017 vs 2019
the progress I've made still baffles me. I never considered I could be good at art. always listened to people who said it wasn't worth my time to be good at it. then I started having so many seizures, I broke my ankle, had surgery, had to learn to deal with being disabled. picking up art got me through it. I couldn't even draw arms or hands at the beginning, not even clothes looked truly real. through my physical acceptance of never being able to walk normal again and needing mobility assistance and a wheelchair my art also grew. it grew as I did, we became better as a unit. I don't draw, or paint, or write to gain the acceptance of others. I do it because I needed an outlet to accept the changes in my life and me in a positive way.
