We all, every single one of us, loved to draw when we were toddlers. We drew on everything! We drew on paper, on tables, on windows, in pudding, in peanut butter . . . everything. All of us were born with this amazing gift of confidence and creativity. Every picture that we drew was a masterpiece in our minds. The castle with the flying dragon was a perfect illustration of medieval action. Our parents strengthened this confidence with encouraging comments like, “So, little Marky, tell me about this wonderful drawing!” Somewhere along the way, sometime between the third and sixth grade, a few people began to say to us, “That doesn’t look like a castle with a dragon flying over it! It looks like a pile of poop (or some other unflattering comment).” Slowly over time, enough negative comments eroded our amazing artistic confidence to the point that we began to believe that we just didn’t have the “talent” to draw or paint or create. We moved on to other interests, believing for decades that we couldn’t draw.
– Mark Kistler (You can draw in 30 days)