Thanks to Da Vinci

I guess you could say my school days were a great platform for encouraging my artistic abilities. I can remember spending class time drawing wicked caricatures and comics of my teachers – much to the amusement of friends. This led to a high demand in the tattoos that I would draw on the arms of many a willing ‘teenage rebel’. It was the ‘metal’ era and everyone tried to look the part. Getting reprimanded or thrown out of class didn’t stop this little enterprise, in fact it made my artistry a more valuable commodity, something I secretly enjoyed.

Fortunately, during my senior years, I had two fantastic art teachers who had