My desire to draw began in the fourth grade. Day after day I would watch one of my classmates draw the symbols on his pencil box. I was really amazed how he could draw those images so perfectly, so I decided to give it a try.

I began to draw small teddy bears. I would trace two identical sides, cut them out, stuff them with cotton balls, and sew them together with yarn (you have to start somewhere).

By the fifth grade, I became a master at copying images I saw. I mainly copied cartoon characters like Garfield and Voltron. I had one personal character: a parrot that always stood in one place, looking to the right, with hands behind its back. During this time, I was having problems with some of the students in the school and I asked my Dad if I could change schools.

He noticed my knack for drawing and wanted to cultivate the gift. He enrolled me in a Los Angeles Magnet School for Visual Arts. In addition, he enrolled me in weekend courses around the city dealing with various artistic mediums.

Over the years, my gift was enhanced and refined. Though my Dad did not personally teach me the various skills and techniques, he led the way to each teacher, class, and program. I'm thankful for his watchful eye and loving support to see my gift grow.

As I watch my daughter playing the piano, I'm reminded of my Dad's love for me. I'll ensure she has every opportunity to develop and enhance her gift. Though I'm not musically inclined, I too can direct her to teachers that will hone her abilities. I am honored to have this opportunity and I'm excited about what God is going to do through her gift.