I started my learning to paint at an early age with water colors very inexpensive medium, then I worked my way up to oils painting. Most of my early paintings were of landscapes some real and some imaginary. Later an art teacher gave me some of her old oils to practice using, and I did what any young person would do to impress his art teacher after she had given these oil colors to me.She could have given them to so many other kids at school, but she chose me over all others.I didn't disappoint her, as she made materials like canvas, and oils brushes available for my used them in my practice. One year, when, I barely knew how to even draw, paint or mix colors for ever reason my art teacher enter my painting of a man on a horse jumping a stone wall, but as, I look back, that painting wasn't the best. The wall was high on one side while the rest was slopping down like towards the ground.I guess that was a child's way of showing the wall in perspective, and the horse was colored gray who ever sew a horse that color with bad anatomy? I won a little trophy and a certificate,so I guess they felt sorry for me to give me some encouragement .I remember one Saturday she and her husband and I drove over to an art studio near the University. If was like walking into an adult art space seeing real art for the very first time. I remember this one painting of a tree, rocks and a small lizard, so the title of that work was Lizzy and the Tree. If any of you are familiar with that work let me know. Then we went to an art store my first experience ever shopping for art supplies. I excelled so great people at school began to notice my talent, so great, that some of the teachers where buying from me painting of landscapes, and a few portraits. One teacher, mean, bitch made me give her a painting just for putting up with me in her class. That Native American painting in my display is my grandfather the last painting I did the last year of school there.