𝓘 can still perfectly envision the locale that spurred my brain into pursuing a desire to create.
Bones towering upward, skulls arcing toward impossibly high ceilings. Opulently beautiful paintings depicting primeval animals, each elegant brushstroke carefully breathing life into their bodies. Wolves captured traversing the barren, frozen snow-clad Alaskan wilderness, eyes seeming to glimmer in the darkness. Sharks and dolphins, though immense, dwarfed by the stunningly breathtaking silhouette of the largest creature on earth, its blue-grey body illuminated by dancing streams of light. The body of a long-dead man, tucked respectfully within a a glass coffin, his sorrowful story resting above him. The American Museum of Natural History, nestled within the New York City borough of Manhattan, was one of the first places where I practiced illustration. It usually wasn't any sort of a fancy setup- just a simple Canson sketchbook and a pen. But those hours spent sitting within those halls, saturated with history and folklore, will forever be ingrained in both my soul and psyche. In that place, I've found a true artistic home, and to this day, I always try to emulate that level of inspiration and passion within my work. |