Most would agree that artists tend to have a different way of seeing the world than the "norm". I am one who vividly proves that point.
I was the kid in school who got in trouble for drawing. I just couldn't stop. As young as 4 year old, I painted dinosaurs on roller skates as I sat at a metal TV table watching the wacky '50s TV show "Queen for a Day."
My mom tells me I was always making something. My mind has never stopped coming up with ideas about what I could paint, make, sew, cook, plant,etc... Althoughmy parents were notartistic people, my brother is an artist: www.grotesque.com. Being that he's my big brother, I was fascinated with what he was all about. The walls of his room were covered with those wonderful '60s rock concert posters, and he was always drawing. I'd look at the pens, quills and bottles of India ink spread out over hisdrawing table, and want to do what he did.
Soon my art started to meld with my other childhood interest--nature. I would study and draw wild cats and gazelles, while after school I roamed the undeveloped acres of eucalyptus trees across the street from my house. Sometime in my early teens, childhood make-believe turned into surreal inspiration. Slowly I lost interest in realistic depictions of wildlife and reality, and to the dismay of my parents I began to sculpt and later to paint surreal landscapes.
Today the landscape in my mind continues to spill out on canvas and on paper. It's a self perpetuating world for me that's not a dream, but rather my alternative reality.