One of my earliest memories is sitting on the kitchen floor with beagle Casey, and drawing for hours on end. My mother tells me that I used to do this almost every day, right after watching Mr. Rogers on PBS.
We had this huge coffee can full of crayons. I used to dig through obsessively looking for just the right color to draw my fresh sheet of typing paper. I remember very distinctly having the goal of trying to make drawings that used every crayon in that coffee can. I always loved color!
A few years later, and I’m still obsessing over color. I have moved up from those crayons and typing paper, and on to oil & acrylic paints, watercolors & gouache, and pastels & pencils. I still love digging through my supplies searching for just the right color.