There are so many talented artists out there who make me wanna quit time and again. I won't name them or they'd just feel sorry for me. Seeing their work, I sometimes wish I was born in a different part of the world...the land of opportunity perhaps. Maybe attend an art school and then take part time classes in art after that.
But here I am, with an old desktop PC in front of me. The monitor's tubed and flickering, the CPU's exposed and looks like a skeleton...my only weapon is a mouse so dearly gifted to me by me beloved Hannah.
I'll go on even if it means I'll never make it...I may not make it to the front page of any art book but I'd be content knowing that somewhere out there, my Hannah has a sketch of mine stuck to her wall.
~JC