For as long as I can remember, art has always played a sig-
nificant role in my life. In my earlier years, I used art as a way
to escape from the stress and pressures of the real world. It
started out as nothing more than a hobby and grew to become
the passion of my life.
As a kid, I would read comic books and dream of becoming a
“The Best Comic Book Artist In The World”. I spent countless
hours hunched over my desk, drawing pages upon pages of
comic book-style artwork. I would submit my artwork to comic
book companies only to receive rejection letters in return. Not
letting the piles of rejection letters deter me from my dream,
I bought an airbrush to further improve the quality of my art-
work.
In ninth grade, my artwork caught the eye of the coordinator of
Years later, I hit a rough patch in my life. My career ended, I
the Rock of the Marne Army Museum in Wurzburg, Germany.
lost my apartment, I had no clue what to do with my life until
She asked if I could paint a war memorabilia mural on one of
I opened a good book. I read the first words I came across-
the outside walls of the museum for two hundred dollars. Two
whatever talent you have been blessed with you need to use,
hundred dollars is a lot of money for a kid, so naturally, I said yes.
and whatever you do should be done the best that you can.
That mural landed me smack dab on the front page of the Stars
I packed up everything I owned in a small, beat up car and
and Stripes Newspaper, radio recognition for National Hispanic
moved back to Radcliff, Kentucky. With no money and no job,
Heritage Month, a week of teaching Art to middle school chil-
I lived in my mother’s basement until I could get back on my
dren on the army post, and a Commander’s Coin presented to
feet. Radcliff is a small town next to Fort Knox and jobs are
me for Professional Excellence by the General, himself. All in all,
scarce. My job was looking for a job. For several weeks, I filled
I thought that was a pretty sweet deal.
out applications to fast food restaurants, retail store, I filled
out applications to anywhere and everywhere. I never re-
ceived a single phone call. One day, I remembered what I had
read in the good book. That day I stopped filling out applica-
tions and walked into Radcliff Middle School. I went straight to
the principal and asked if they needed any artwork rendered
in their school. He replied, “We’ve been waiting for someone
like you.”
Nothing but heart and soul went into painting that Trojan
head on the gym floor. The more I painted, the more I knew
that art was my true calling. I hadn’t worked on my art for five
years previous to this painting, and I had no idea how much
my life was about to change. With the money I earned from
this painting, I bought art supplies. This job led to many more,
thus giving birth to ArtWorld Creations.
Four years later, in Radcliff, Kentucky, a local church approached
I stumbled across an empty shop, and with barely any mon-
me about painting a mural of a city scape inside on the base-
ey in my pocket, the landlord rented the shop to me. I also
ment walls. For $150.00, I worked on that mural morning, day,
moved out of the basement “for my own good”. But I knew
and night for a month straight. After spending most of my sum-
that everything happens for a reason.
mer painting, I went off to Columbus College of Art and Design
on a $30,000 scholarship. Unfortunately, my scholarship only
covered a small portion of my schooling, so I had to discontinue
my studies. However, the knowledge and insight I gained made
me realize that I didn’t need a diploma in order to prove my tal-
ent. Yet, I had a dream of owning an art business, but I needed
sales experience first. So I did what anyone else would do-sell
cars for five years.
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