I have always like doodling as a kid. I have tried sketching a bit as a teenager. In my 20s’, every once in a while I couldn’t sleep and did not find anything meaningful to do so I did a few doodling again to have fun. But I was never a “professional” artist. In fact, statistically, before age of 40 I may have produced 0.25 piece of painting per year. I have always fancy being an artist but I always have other things to do.
I have enjoyed drawing but it was quite a “waste of time” for me until my daughter came 7.5 years ago.
When she started to ask me to draw with her, the meaning of drawing became so much different. There were emotions attached to each piece of drawing as I had to carry the role model to help my daughter to draw.
Funny thing is that, often, my daughter went away to play with other things and I was left to do drawing on my own. I think my daughter is just an excuse for me to start drawing.
Anyway, this is one of my drawing a few years ago. It’s not so much about the drawing but more a piece of my memory with my daughter.
One final disclaimer: I did the painting but as a copy from some picture I found from Internet. It's not my original idea but it was my practice to pick up the skill again after so many years without doing it.