On Tuesdays I like pull out memories of my past… I'm up to around 9 years old, but it's barely joined together.
I discovered at an early age that my Brother has more of a talent for illustration and putting images to paper.
I believe it was summer, on PBS they had a drawing show where they papered the wall and made a living city of imagination… shortly after that we found ourselves in a summer (I think) drawing class. I learned the principles… my brother absorbed them.
I have no idea how many classes we went to, I remember the drive there. I remember sitting in class thinking "I'm in a school, that isn't mine, learning, when I don't have to." It struck me as humorous. That's the only real memory I have of it. There was a balance at the time between desire to draw… which was moderate, against a desire to do … something else, which was moderately more.
An Example of my Brothers work. You should go and comment; tell him to post more on his blog.
Secret City… absolute artist inspiration. If you've never seen it, check it out!