“As a child, I’d hide my papers under my homework and draw when mummy wasn’t watching”
My late mother was a very strict person. She was a lecturer. She made me believe till this day that any parent who is an educator is the strictest sort of parents ever! She’d make us (me and my siblings) do our homework after lunch from 2-5pm, then let us have a break and dinner, and at night, she’d send us for tuition, if not, it’s 8-10pm at the study table to revise all our school lessons. We had fixed TV time on weekends and some weekday nights. I totally thank her for my academic success and many other disciplinary traits she drilled into us kids that made me the person I am today.
In art, she did get me into art class during my kindergarten years. She also sent me for lots of coloring and drawing contests in town. It’s through these contests I believe, that developed most of my skills as I’d learn from better participants and try out new things for each new contest’s theme. But before all that, it really all began just from the love of filling up empty spaces: all my text books were doodled, all my papers were scribbled on, the pages I wrote in in my friends’ autograph books were the messiest with silly quotes written in all the pen colors I could find, plus random drawings that don’t go with everything else on the page (not pretty at all); and of course, the tons of practice from doodling under homework instead of concentrating on them. I have to admit, I still carry that habit till this day. Even at my work desk, I’ll be randomly inspired, and doodle all over my notebooks and rough paper on the table. heh… These habits don’t die.
So when people ask me when did I learn to do these artsy stuff? I’d say, all my life.