I did not draw it to gain praise or acceptance. I did not draw it to communicate anything to anyone else. In fact, this is the first time I have ever shown it to anyone else. I drew it for myself. I drew it for the joy of drawing it. I drew it so I could be proud of myself. I drew it because my room was the one thing in my life that was uniquely mine. I drew it so the 13-year old me could remind the older me of these things.
I remember drawing this picture. I don’t remember what day of the week it was, or what the weather was or what I had for supper that day, but I remember sitting there on my bed and taking in the details of that room and putting them down on that little piece of paper. I remember thinking it was important that I get it right.
I guess this is the story behind all my art, whether it’s a big oil painting or a little sketch – there’s an intended audience of one, and if someone else happens to like it too, well, that’s just a bonus.