My very first memories of life are strongly visual. I was two, I was still bound to my crib. I explored the world with my eyes. At three I began to draw. I drew a dog - my favorite thing on Earth. My parents immediately began supporting my obviously obsessive drawing habit. Raising a child in Soviet Russia, however, was no easy task in the early 80's. My parents couldn't buy me paper or pencils, or brightly colored markers. I had a few pencils and pens from my mom's drafting supply, and some colored pencils appeared eventually - they were all mismatched. I had a lot of graph paper - another thing I'm sure I inherited from my scientist parents - and cardboard. There was always cardboard to draw on.
I grew up not knowing that there was anything wrong with not having art supplies. I grew up having fun being a kid, playing outside in the sun with my friends, human and canine alike, doodling the rest of the time. I grew up making art. I was truly happy. Today, when I teach coloring and drawing, I often speak strongly against getting hooked on brands, or seeking out fancy pencils hoping that they will somehow improve your art. I preach making art with what you have, because true art comes from the heart, not from brand labels and price tags.
This isn't to say that high-quality products are bad. I work mainly with Black Widow pencils for instance, and my recording studio is filled with high-end camera equipment. The difference is, I didn't use name brands to learn art. I learned art, and then got quality supplies, as a reward. The important thing is not to buy into the idea that labels sell quality as well as talent and skill. Learn first, upgrade as needed.
As your personal instructor, my job (above all) is to teach you how to see, and then to equip you with technical steps needed to translate what you see into what others can observe and appreciate as well.