For as far back as I can remember, I've been in love with abstract art. I've probably already told the story about my first experiences viewing prints of artists like Kandinsky and Klee in the waiting rooms of doctors' (psychiatrists') offices while I waited for my mom. I got to spend a good, long time looking, studying, really at the different aspects of the compositions. As I was learning to draw people, I'd also try my hand at making abstracts (though, at first, they were not good at all), and realized it was a language that wasn't so easy. It was never about being an excellent draftsman in the same way realism is, but it takes much more thinking, making strategic decisions, and an understanding of color, and maybe even more importantly, composition, of course.