You know what they say, the eye is the window to your soul. In that case, welcome to my SOUL. (said in a deep, guttural voice)
Though neither of my parents would consider themselves artists, they provided plenty of opportunities for my siblings and I. They were able to purchase boxes of scrap paper dirt cheap from a printing press, so we never ran out! Among our favorite games were pictionary, and what we called 'chain pictures' where everyone would have a given amount of time to draw a picture, and then we would pass it to the next person who would add to it for a set amount of time - so on and so forth until we went all the way around the circle. At that point, we would explain the whole picture - if we could get through it without laughing too hard! (armies of marching ants as well as some advertisement for 'Eat at Joe's' were common occurrences)
I kept up with art in highschool. My teacher did a great job of teaching us how to draw. Or, teaching us how to see, and then translating that onto paper. I branched out into ceramics, painting, a little bit of sculptural work, and more. In college, I took art classes whenever my schedule would allow, and learned a LOT from those teachers.
Yesterday, I decided it's been too long since I've done any drawing, so I pulled out a mirror, paper, and pencils for a sketch of my eye. Which you now see above. I want to keep up with my drawing. I think it's a good exercise to draw from reality every now and again, and I want to be a well-rounded artist as much as possible. Speaking of, I should probably pull out my oils sometime soon... Maybe I should do a series on eyes in different media.