When I was young adult, my art teacher seemed to possess an incredible amount of knowledge. He could draw and do printmaking, mastering everything with ease and making many techniques appear effortless. I often felt insignificant, as if my messy sketches would never match his brilliance. He was the expert, and I was just a kid grappling with a reading disability and low self-confidence, yet eager to learn. For a long time, I compared my work to his masterful creations. My lin

When I started my art career, I thought talent and creativity were all I needed to succeed. However, eventually I learned there’s so...