I will admit this. I am not a great artist. Truly, I could barely consider myself one at this point in time. Up until recently, I had refrained from approaching the graphics tablet I had bought (more like begged my parents to purchase) from two years prior on a whim.
As a child, I had loved to doodle cute, little, simple things. It wasn't much, really, but back when I was ten, being able to draw anything recognisable to others (mostly trees, different species of orchids or the odd scenery here and there) was already an accomplishment for me. It wasn't until I ended up seeing the sketches of one of my classmates that I realised I was utterly