This is the drawing that made me realize I was not meant to be a traditional artist. Small rant incoming. I drew this a part of an assignment for my high-school art class. We were required to sketch something from a live reference, and I brought in a twig of boxwood. I thought my sketch was the best thing I had drawn during the entire class, and because of that, I hated it. Everything else paled in comparison. Whenever I tried to draw something from my own imagination, it always came out grotesque, the proportions were all wrong. This sketch proved that I could draw, but I lacked the skills necessary to apply it to my own work. I had no interest in simply drawing what I could see. If I wanted a picture of what I saw, I could simply take a photograph. If getting good meant copying a bunch of stuff till I could just draw it from memory, then I wanted no part of it. I never had the patience to be a traditional artist. Drawing always felt too messy to me. That's why I suppose I'm better suited to writing and programing than I am to drawing.