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?
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