For as long as I can remember, I’ve secretly wished I could draw as well as my mom. Even if it was just a good looking stick person but the techniques needed to do so eluded me. That was until… the summer of Covid. I had an unused sketchbook at home and a story of a tropical island with birds in my mind. After doing some research, I drew what the birds and scenery would look like. Interestingly enough, the pictures weren’t looking too bad. I had, months prior, invested some dollars in color pencils and used those to enhance my sketches. Twenty-four pictures later, I had scenes for my story. And that’s where it all began.