“I was too young to remember when I first started liking to draw, and I don’t remember life before someone called me a “little artist.” My dad was a musician and my first real artist friend. He passed away when I was six, and after that, I think I began drawing in a way that felt more real—sometimes dark, sometimes light. My classmates loved my drawings, which helped me make real, lasting friendships. Now, I’m grateful to be able to keep doing what I love and to help kids improve their skills and express themselves through art.”