In all exaggeration, San Francisco Sketchfest 2010 was a disaster.
As one chases his or her dreams, when do they finally become. Is one an illustrator with the first, rough childhood doodle or perhaps in high school or in college or with the first piece sold? Is a little kid dribbling between the legs as much of a basketball player as Lebron or Kobe? Are we defined in our accomplishments or our trials?