The begining

My first memories of drawing were with my brother in our living room when I was seven years old. We would create art after school to sell to neighbors on the weekend. My mother never allowed us to eat sugar, so with the money we made, we would secretly buy candy and sweets from the Hostess store down the street.

I would draw what I thought was abstract artwork because I thought it would appeal to not only our female neighbors but the men. Even though my brother was two years younger, he had way more talent and his drawings always out-sold mine. He always drew what he loved, mostly detailed pencil drawings of forest creatures.

We would go door to door in our cul-de-sac and I would do the selling while my brother would hold our artwork. A single piece of artwork was no more than 75 cents. I remember learning a sales tactic towards the end of our first slow weekend (not many people were home and I was desperate that we wouldn’t get enough money). When a neighbor liked a piece and asked for the price I would say the price and would follow up with “but you can give us what you think its worth”. Nine out of ten times they would give us more than what I asked for!

We had a good run while it lasted.

Here is a photo my brother found of us getting ready for the weekend:)

4 thoughts on “The begining

  1. Alegna Sagrav

    Hey Missy,
    I’ve been following your blog, your are not only an amazing illustrator but a good writer. I love your stories, it makes one to keep reading and wanting for more. So, keep up with the good work!


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