My love of art...

As with so many people, my love of art began at an early age. I remember laying sprawled out on the floor with a stack of blank paper and a trusty pen/pencil/crayon etc. and drawing for hours. Most of what I drew looked like this:

Yea, it took me a while to get the whole "limbs aren't attached to my head" thing down. But once I did, boy did I feel accomplished!

Of course now my work is a little better. This is something I drew about two years ago:

Save for a few *cough* anatomy problems, I love this piece.

This blog will no doubt become a running art gallery; a place to post all the amatuer-ish art I create by the bucketful. Yea, that's right, bucketful. I keep my art in buckets, do you have a problem with it? Didn't think so.