Art has always been a fundamental part of my life, thanks to the incredible influence of my mother.

She was a true master, capable of drawing anything she saw or imagined and seamlessly merged reference images for clients. Whether taking commissions, exploring personal projects, sculpting, or experimenting with various mediums, she excelled in every artistic endeavor she pursued.

My mother’s artistic guidance was truly priceless. She shared genuine academic advice, teaching me the nuances of color theory and anatomy at a young age.

She would suggest using green in the shadows of portraits or adding purple to other types of shadows for depth and realism. She encouraged me to draw sheets of hands to improve my anatomy skills and to use my own reflections as references by posing in the mirror.

It was like going to an art school at the age of 6, hah. Back then, it seemed like too much. Now, I am beyond thankful.

Our days were filled with so much creativity, and looking back, it’s mind-blowing to me that I was creating that much art. We drew and painted countless works together, daily, and wrote many stories, and even published comic books for years.

We posed for each other, brainstorming and collaborating like an artist and apprentice. It was an extraordinary experience, living with a real master artist who nurtured my growth every step of the way.

Plus, the bond we shared over art was profound and deeply influential. Here is a photo of my mother from her high school days, featured in the school newspaper, showcasing her artistic talents and dedication. She also made dolls, doll clothing, and dollhouse items:

So, I can say my mother’s legacy is the foundation of my artistic journey. Her mastery, creativity, and unwavering support have shaped me into the artist I am today. When I think of the “why” behind my art, it’s hard for me to come up with a single answer. But I do know it’s who I’ve always been—it was a gift, passed down.

Sincerely Yours,

Aya Smith