I don’t remember at what age it first started - but pretty much the earliest thing I can remember was that I wanted to draw.
When I woke up I would draw, when I was not riding a bike or climbing a tree I would draw. Sometimes I would ride my bike, climb up a tree and then draw. When people started to have conversations - I would draw. They wouldn’t notice because (probably) I covered it with my arm - as you do. Then slowly when people said it was good I would show them just a bit - and then a little bit more.
Words are the most important thing in our lives but words are really pictures too. I’m better at inspiring people when I can both draw and speak.
If I’m honest I would rather let my drawing speak for me even today. I think that we have lost the art of using words in some aspects of our life - they have become hijacked.
And so I add pictures to fill in the the real meaning of - well what I mean.