Once upon a time, Growing up my teachers believed I was gifted and I would be the next Picasso, Rembrandt.
I've had my art in my school news letters, School murals, Was taken out of classes just to polish my art skills and won a competition to be able to paint a mural to be displayed in the window of Eaton centre (Toronto) and was paid by my elementary school to attend an Art school.
Life goes on to high school I go.., Getting praised by my art teachers and getting 100% on my report cards until I hit grade 11. The teacher did not believe I had it because I did not follow her ways of what good art is suppose to be, Look like. So, Of course I ended up failing the class and then finding out My grade 10 Art teacher that was helping me with my Portfolio and Recommendation Letter to an art school had passed away.
The end.