I got a really unexpected email the other day. It was from my 6th grade teacher who had found me due to the magic of this great Internet driven, social networking , find anyone at the click of a mouse, age we live in! I asked her how she remembered me after all these centuries and she recalled that I always liked to draw, and that I had an unusual name. I gotta admit, there ain't too many kids with the name. "Elgin" running around. She informed me that she was retiring from teaching, and was cleaning out some of her papers from her cases she'd accumulated over the years. She was delighted to find some pages from a class magazine I had illustrated, and asked me if I wanted them. Before I could the out a es, the pictures were sitting in my email box waiting to be downloaded, You gotta love this electronic age. The drawings I got were very revealing. It's a weird feeling going back in time and seeing yourself, and what impressed me the mst was that I had remained consistent to my dream of becoming an illustrator. Looking at this pictures, I can tell that objectively I wasn't the greatest artist. The figures are horribly dsproportioned, the anatomy isvmisaligned, the line quality is terrible, and the perspective is awful. And yet none of that mattered to e. Judging how I kept up with it obviously, it shows thst I had a commitment to improve, and I objectively did. I also see that even back in six grade I had a love for comics and story telling, and an interest in drawing faces and capturing personality. Today I'm still drawing comics and doing caricature. These drawings are inspiring and demonstrates that even the most talented artist, starts from humble beginnings. It's all about practice and not giving up folks.