Computer Science is Art Nahian Afsari

When I was about eight years old, I stole for the very first and the very last time. It was a small drawing of the scrumptious Gingerbread House that Hansel and Gretel, the two lost kids, had been trapped inside by the evil cannibal witch. My ten year old cousin had drawn it perfectly with flawless storybook details and even some details from her own imagination; honestly, I’d never seen a better imitation of that gorgeous fairytale house. My cousin was a superb artist, one who could draw anything and everything. I used to admire her and, at the same time, envy her. I was in desperate need of something that was created and not just printed, and that led me to attempt to steal her work. I never got to actually steal that drawing; I hid it inside my jacket, but somehow my cousin sensed that something was missing from her desk of numerous other drawings and realized, soon enough, that I had taken her missing artwork.

I always wanted her to draw me mermaids and superheroes, but she had always refused and told me to learn how to draw myself. I realized that I would never get a hand on those paintings created through careful brush strokes and wooden color pencils, so I started to draw myself, with red and black pens. I wasn't very...