小时候就爱画画，但都是属于爱画就画，画到一半兴致低了就不了了之那种。其实也就是不上心，从来没有认真过。
那时候流行日本漫画，很多时候都是照着漫画来话，比如当年最红的《七龙珠》。由于画的还可以，我微小的绘画天赋被母亲发现了，小学时候就开始送我去过好几个绘画中心学画，期待我能更进一步。奈何当时候总觉得老师教的所有东西像是水彩或是素描，我都很快就上手。课堂开始老师的模板一放上来，我没两下子就画完了，当时也没觉得自己多厉害，就在课堂上到处溜达，直到放课。
还记得在我中一时上的最后一间绘画中心，那里有个小会客厅，里头有张小沙发，沙发旁是一个书柜，放满了各类书籍好让客人消磨时间，其中也有我喜爱的《老夫子》系列。那时的课程也没什么难度，我每次也都很早的完成了然后就跑去小客厅看漫画。到后来几乎看漫画几乎是我在那里的重点活动。上得山多终遇虎，有天妈妈来接我放学时看我早早就在那里看漫画。觉得家里赚钱辛苦，为了培养我的兴趣送我来上绘画班我却在这里不务正业，一气之下就把课程给断了。那也是我上过的最后一间绘画中心了。
自此妈妈就给我贴上了“不认真”的标签。之后每当我偶尔兴起作画时，也总会在旁冷言“你一定会半途而废”之类的；小时候的我偏爱素描类的画风，觉得上颜色很麻烦，各种颜料道具的，素描类的就容易多了，一支铅笔或原子笔和一张纸就可以乐趣无穷。然而妈妈总觉得一幅画没上色彩就是不完整的，也就是半途而废。虽然后来我才发现其实绘画是完全自由的，没有束缚的。也不知道她当时是真的对我失望还是处于激将法，无可否认的是这样的确造成了我的困扰。当年处于叛逆期的我很多时候心理直接就说 “好吧，我就三分钟热度给你看。” 甚至一度怀疑自己是不是只会画，不会上色？好像完成一幅画就是为了讨好谁以证明自己，叛逆的小孩是不会允许自己去迎合别人的哦。以致那段时间放下画笔很久，因为整个过程有压力了，不有趣了。
后来慢慢放下小时候对会绘画的种种不正确的观念，网路发达了，牛人见得多了，对艺术的理解更深刻了，明白了自己作画的真谛就是 “自己爽”。一支笔乃至一张树叶都可以是作画的武器，美和不美也完全是主观的，每幅作品中有人弹，也一定有人赞。那时候起就不再有证明自己的想法，不需要这么做，因为也不吃这行饭。只想不断的开发新的画风，素材和技术。
有没试过当做一件自己喜欢的事的时候，仿佛进入了 “精神时间屋”。明明感觉才过了一会，外面的世界已经过去了好几个小时，作画于我正是如此。从收集素材到构图，上色到修改，整个过程真会让我不自觉的过了一大半天。长大了有经济能力了，我也开始投资较为高档的绘画用具。有些用具的价格稍微高了点，只要觉得需要的我都在所不惜。因为真正有价值的不是那些颜料画笔，而是经由它们所产生的艺术品。
认真的做一件事情是专注而心无旁骛的，绘画又回到开始的单纯快乐了。
可惜以前还没养成收录的习惯，以至有许多都是边画边丢，不然现在一一看回去应该会很有趣。以下是一些以前到现在的作品。
Drawing is my biggest hobby since I was a kid. But I wasn't really into it. I draw when the mood come and stop whenever it stop interested me. I was good at drawing the Japan manga, Dragon Ball was my favorite. My mom spotted my talent and thought that I can use some help from art classes to develop my skills.
So in the class drawing, I was. I always thought the assignments given by the tutor was too easy for me. Every time I was the quickest to finish my drawing and I would stroll around the class.
One day I spotted there was a comic corner at the living room. My interest soon got attracted and since then, I finished my assignment on the class quickly just for reading more comics on the couch. Until my mom caught me bloody-handed as I made the drawing class's fee that she paid worthless. That was my last art class ever.
Since that day, whenever I occasionally started to draw, my mom would keep doubting if I can finish it. As she thought I wasn't serious into this art stuffs. She would challenge me to finish it. But her tactic didn't work as I was so rebellious back then. And I stopped drawing for a long time because it was not fun anymore.
As I'm growing, I started to correct my misunderstanding towards the attitude of art. Creating an art should be free and fun. It can be any form of materials and styles. The truth is, I felt like I don't have to do it to please anyone. As soon as I realized this, art creation becomes fun again. From the material collecting to sketching, coloring to framing. I could not feel the ticking of the time when a few hours was actually slipped away.
Doing something so serious that you throw whole mind and body into it wholeheartedly, and anything could be enjoyable.
Can you tell who this is??
The most handsome guy I thought back in time, Andy Lau.
Bruce Lee will always be my favorite.
I save my art class friend with this for his assignment.
Hero on canvas---Spiderman!
Entry for a contest in Steemit and ended up with 3rd prize.
Another entry for a drawing contest.
I have this hanged on my living hall, appetizing isn't it?