My first attempt at being a professional artist took place early in my human existence, I was 4 years old. I spent days on producing colorful horse drawings, at least a dozen of them, maybe more like 20. They were all very geometrical and abstract. The bodies of the horses were rectangular with rectangular heads and both eyes showing, as tho’ their heads were cocked to look at the person looking at the art. I laid out the drawings carefully on the lawn in front of my grandparent’s house, using pebbles to weigh down the corners. It was a great idea, people would walk past and see them and instantly want to buy them at 5 cents each, or at least, that’s what I thought.