I drew that as a kid. The date at the bottom says November 3, 1999, so I would have been fourteen. I liked Zelda, if you couldn’t tell.
It was a reproduction (freehand, not traced!) of this:
This was part of a phase I went through where I re-drew a lot of official Nintendo art, mostly Zelda: Ocarina of Time and Super Mario 64. I liked the art, but what I really loved were the games.
I think most kids, at one time or another, find worlds so captivating – so fantastical, but so real – that all they can do is revel in the magic and try to pay homage as best they can. They dress up, they write fan fiction, they draw pictures, they play make-believe. They’ve opened the portal, and all they want now is more.
I still love those games, and their magic has only dimmed a little. But the art, the homage, is different now. As an adult, I honor the works I love not by copying them, but by trying to make something else that makes me feel the same way. Sometimes I still do it with visual art, though more often now it’s with writing. But the intent is the same. Rather than enshrining someone else’s magic, I want to create my own spells.
Have you noticed a similar change in yourself as you get older?