Inspiration comes out of nowhere

I began to paint and draw when I was 2 or 3 years old, being an only child (at that Time,as I'm the first child of the family) , spent a lot of time sprawled out on the carpet with crayons, painting brush, watercolors and paper. Those early memories are still vivid– my eyes being close to the floor, inspecting the crayon labels, seeing color spread across the fibers of the paper was much fun than any of this generation kid will ever think of. I remember my cat always used to quietly sit and watch me paint and draw. I really miss those days :-( Childhood Always Rocks :-)