My mother used to order drawing lessons by mail a long, long time ago.
I was about 10-11 years old and, bored, decided to try the exercises my mother was doing. We both realized that I was able to draw what I saw, like she did. Never studied in art, it just came naturally.
I drew on and off until I was about 20 years old. I drew the following around 13-14 years old.
The human body has always been one of the most interesting subject for me and it still is. To this day I don’t really know why it fascinates me, but does it really matter?
At some point, I started studies in medicine thinking that I would feel the same fascination. I quickly realized that it is not the mechanics of the body that I’m curious about, but the whole human being: body, posture, state of mind, personality, etc.
Eventually, I studied in photography. A few years ago, I finally found the time to attend some art classes to learn the basics of drawing, different techniques and experiment with different mediums.
It took me all this time to understand that I was given a gift. I now know that it is essential for me to draw and create. It is how I best express myself, my feelings, my believes.
To this day, I still dream of being a full-time artist.