When I was 14 I knew what I wanted to become: a black-and-white illustrator!
Of course I liked color, but in that pre-digital age, there was no way to achieve professional looking color with the tools I had at my disposal. I wanted my work to look like it was printed, and you just can’t make nice flat color shapes with color pencils or markers. Every color drawing would inevitably have a whiff of preschool art expo. Black and white is different: with the tools (and budget) of a child, everyone can create big and bold art. No fancy photoshop filter beats beats dipping a brush into the ink jar and making a fat black line on a piece of white paper. And when you don’t have to comtemplate whether Ultramarine or Phtalo blue is the right choice, you can use more artistic energy on the actual drawing.
With digital art, acrylics and fancy drawing inks I’ve made my peace with color (though I remain suspicious of greens and purples).

Nontheless: I keep coming back to black and white.

It’s loud, harsh and sexy and it’s my chromatic happy place.