From the ages of 11–19, I spent most of my life at an art studio on the border of Missouri and Arkansas. Never did a color wheel cross my path, and never did I spend one second reading criticisms from old decrepit men of my favorite pieces. I simply just knew what spoke to me.

Everyday after school I would go to the studio and see the first mentor of my life, Marsha. I would start by engulfing myself in magazines while…