Looking back at my gallery, I'm sometimes sorry, and sometimes glad, that I won't be able to draw the way I once did. I used to be a stickler for naturalism as a kid, finding it difficult to understand how abstract art could even be called "art". Even today, I cannot look at a Picasso and call it "beautiful". "Important" and "interesting", perhaps, but not "beautiful". Thankfully, Dali gently pulled me out of my obsession with perfect realism, and I started to embrace more surreal art. I still felt the need to maintain three-dimensional realism in my figures for quite a lot time, as you'll see in my gallery's earlier pieces. Even if it wasn't