When I woke up that fateful day and decided I was going to be an artist, I was duly laughed at by my cadre of friends and family. "What are you gonna be tomorrow?", was the frequently asked question followed by the obligatory rolling of the eyes and smirk.
Two-dimensional works, like paintings and drawings, were a complete mystery to me and I was convinced it was something so special that I'd never acquire even modest skills.
However, there was something in my mind that understood sculpture. Without a thought about how or why, I was able to jump right in and create.