This was the first piece I did for my first art class “Design Fundamentals” in high school.
POETRY for the Deaf
I didn’t really draw back then and still don’t. But I discovered I liked painting (acrylics) my freshman year in stage crew and decided to take an introductory art class the next year. I took several pictures of my own hand for use as reference pictures in this drawing. It’s entirely #2 pencil if I remember.
My art teacher loved it, and put it in the art show.
Then when I took it home, my Asian dad disowned me because it wasn’t technically perfect.
I had low self-esteem as a child.