Last weekend, I was at my mom's house and found six sketchbooks from my high school years. I didn't realize there were any drawings left in existence that I didn't already have in my possession, so this was a happy discovery. Many of the drawings aren't remarkable, but there are some that I would be delighted to have done today. Sometimes I wonder where I'd be now if I had kept working on these skills instead of coming back after a 25-year dry spell, but that question doesn't interest me for long. I'm happy with where life has brought me, and it's never too late to "practice art"!
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