Glimpses of my artistic nature could be seen early in my childhood.  No other toddlers ever quite mastered the ability of regurgitating breakfast into an art form quite the same.  Kindergarten yielded further evidence that the artistic hemisphere of my brain was overly active as witnessed in my writing practice by the curlicues of the ‘g’s and the stars twinkling above the ‘i’s.  As frequently as I could, I would draw pictures for my school reports, and often on the school report card to obscure any incriminatingly low grade marks. 

Even through college history, government, and math classes I master the art of notebook-border doodling, as witnessed above. The roadster is actually my pre-final exam notes for a business management class.