Query? when does a dream die? answer; when you give up.
i don't know when i started this, or when i got the idea that i could draw as a career. what i do know is nothing mattered when i sat down and set pencil to paper. i tossed friendships aside for it, almost didn't graduate highschool, and i never could get my head out of the clouds. it was all about the art... nothing else mattered, nothing.
then life came in, it hit hard, and i was completly unprepare for it. no matter how many times i locked myself away in my room, i couldn't draw away the harsh reality of life. should've listened to mom. stayed in school, got a degree in art school, went onto a successul career in art. right?no... i found out what girls were for, fell in love, got married, and spent the next decade and a half, bouncing from job to job.
and guess what? evryone i know in art has a career in art of some kind. me? doing things the hard way. but still...the dream lives.