I started drawing when I was 12 years old (first year at secundary school), in the art lesson at school.
Well, in fact I draw since I was a child, but every child draws, I supose.
Many people said I was tallented, but after some time, I forgot all these compliments.
The next year, we didn't had art classes anymore. I didn't feel like drawing. It wasn't the best time of my life.
After all my troubles, I started drawing again.
I wanted to try a picture of my self (from when I was 7 years old), when I saw a good artist on the internet (Zindy).
It came out pretty good. My parrents were not home. When they came home, I showed them what I did.
They didn't believe me 'cause I was quite good with Paint shop pro (a similar program to photoshop).
They tought I made it on the computer. I told them that I drew it myself.
From that moment, I really discovered that I got a gift, my drawing skills.
The drawing I'm talking about, isn't yet finished.
After making some drawings, I was again tired of drawing. I was thinking about doing art, but not really serious.
At the end of my second year, I decided to do economics mathematics.
But when I was in the thirth year, everything went wrong.
I started also drawing again and took artclasses on saterday morning.
I wanted to do artschool, but my parrents didn't allow me to do. They had so many reasons.
Promises that I can do artschool when I couln't sustain the economical direction. I wasn't motivated anymore.
I didn't work much for school. In the fourth year, I went to ecomics languages. I drew more then before.
I drew, and still draw, during the lessons because it's so boring. Art is my life.
Now I'm in the 6th form. Next year in college I'm going to study arts. Finally
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