Despite the fact that I have been drawing since I was four years old and have worked steadily as an artist (in many capacities) for thirty years, I still can be considered a late bloomer.
When I was a kid, I was drawing constantly. I drew on every spare piece of paper I could lay my hands on. While other kids where outside playing football or riding bikes, I was inside scribbling away - much to the chagrin of my older and athletic brother. After I graduated from high school, I attended a small art school in Philadelphia with my eyes set on a career in the field of illustration. I actively pursued my dream, because, frankly, I couldn't do anything else. Lucky for me, I was pretty good and I was always eager to learn new techniques. However, after several jobs working for and getting direction from non-artists, I became discouraged. I no longer created for my enjoyment. I equated "art" with "work" and I sure didn't want to work when I wasn't getting paid for it.
When I was in my 40s, a younger co-worker practically scolded me for abandoning what he called "my artistic responsibility." He insisted that I purchase a sketchbook and begin my return to drawing immediately. Then, I was introduced to this thing called "blogging." I immediately drove back into drawing and writing and combining the two to create the skewed vision of the world that has become my website Josh Pincus is Crying.
I also contribute to several other blogs, along with active participation on Twitter and now Facebook.
Not bad for a guy in his 50s (who thinks he's still a kid).
