I was lying in bed, thinking in the dark, and suddenly remembered my first drawing.

Not the absolute first, mind you, every child does those random scribbles and crap. The first time I felt as if I was in control of my drawing, the master of it.

I was living in Georgia at the time, Fort Benning, to be exact, and I'm pretty sure it was a weekend or perhaps summer time because it was after dark and I was still awake. There was a thunderstorm, a big one, and it had knocked out the power.

For some reason I was compelled to to grab some paper and a pen. I dragged the stack of stuff into the living room and opened the blinds on the window and only drew during lighting strikes (totally hardcore). I was drawing a whale, what inspired this, I'll never know, but it was indeed a whale. I finished the drawing before the power came back on, and I was rather proud of myself. I'm sure that it got lost in the many moves that tend to happen to military families, I'd like to see it again though.

After that, I remember getting a lot of those old How To Draw books that were always filled with tons of animals. My first drawing from one of these was a Great White Shark that at the time, I thought was amazing. The second book was filled with dinosaurs, and I ended up drawing a Pterodactyl. I guess that explains my love for shark week, wings, and dinosaurs.

I miss my old interests, I think you'll see a lot of sharks, wings, and dinosaurs coming from me in the next few weeks.