A Life between Crayons and Paper
Drawing growing up... Since I could remember, I was always drawing and colouring something. I loved crayons whether they were wax or regular crayons. I would have tons of them and still get my mother or my big brother to get me more, even throwing a tantrum if I did not get new ones. I remember I cried to my family for some watercolours at 11 pm and my brother had to go wake our neighbourhood's store to get some, to the disapproval of my beloved mother. I just wanted watercolours. Now I think about it, I feel like a brat. My big brother was my second father growing up, but he was the cool dad - gave me what I wanted but I have messed up, he would give me hell. And when I draw something - which were not good at all, he would buy them from me. It was rare since I was a quiet kid who would just colour and draw in a corner while watching Lucky Luke, Justice League, Batman Series or the Looney Tunes. Ah! Those were the simple days! Back to my drawings, I was drawing on...