It all started in junior high when I realized that I wanted to pursue my dream in being an artist.  That was when I truly started drawing more and finding other artists that enjoyed drawing some of the same things that I drew during that time.  Not saying that I hadn't been drawing for my entire childhood; for as long as I could remember, I can recall either having a pencil, or a pen (even a Crayon) in my hand and drawing any sort of paper I could draw on.  I had found, though, that I was heavily influenced by Japanese anime and Japanese manga, but this was only when I began drawing people instead of animals.  No matter how many times I tried to draw different types of people (changed up body types, picked out personas before I even began the drawings, attempted the change the ethnicity of each character), they all came out the same. Same body type, same face shapes.  Everything was the same on them.  So I kind of stopped trying to make them all different.  I ended up making all of them the same body types, same personalities, same appearances.

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It wasn't until high school that I realized my true potential, when I was in my beginner art class.  I had never been so bothered over other peoples art around me because I had a higher artist-self-esteem.  Pretty much thought all of my art was better than everyone else's, but this was also from classmates and teachers praising me when they saw me drawing.

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And yet when I looked around the room and saw these other artists and their work, I felt my stomach drop and my heart sink.  Their work blew mine out of the water, and it had bothered me pretty badly.  And yet the next day when I came into class, I didn't let it get to me.  I didn't let my eyes wander around the room.  I just worked on my pieces and listened to the teacher whenever she would talk about something.  It remained that way until halfway through the school year.  That was around the time when I became aware that most of the people that were in this class with me either really cared enough about their art that they wanted to pursue it further, just like me, or they just didn't care about assignments until they were failing and then they would have someone else do their art for them.  And the vast majority of everyone that was in that class with me had a true passion for art and they were supportive of everyone else and their work.  It was only after I had realized that their work was better than mine (in my eyes), that even with me being discouraged, I wanted to get better.  I wanted to become that artist where other beginning artists would look at my work and say, "I want to get THAT good."

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So I worked harder on making my art better, pushing myself and enjoying myself at the same time.  But when it came to my junior/senior year in high school where I was questioned on what I would be doing after high school by my Economics teacher.  Of course I responded with 'Go to college!' but I didn't really know what I wanted to do other than art courses during my college.  So I research and looked into what I could potentially go for in regards to art and I managed to gain an understanding that being a graphic designer was the way to go.  Not only for the statistics that I had found in regards to how much was made each year, but also for the fact that everyone would be seeing your work whenever it was finished and printed.  It was right around that time where I had decided that going to college for Graphic Design, and was only more motivated to do that when it came to my high school graduation.

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From there, I started at Northwest Arkansas Community College in Bentonville, AR. Focusing on the start of my career as an artist. And after nearly 3 years, I completed my education at NWACC and started an Instagram page that promotes just my art.