I started painting seven years ago. Unlike so many others I wasnt born knowing I wanted to be an artist ever since I can remember. No. I drew in class when I was at the university ( I attended the first year of Decoration and Interior Architecture) but never had the impulse to make a living of art. For a number of reasons I had to drop out of university and get a job.
Life went on for twenty years, and I saw myself turning fourty and unhappy with my job and with my life. As I felt this I realized that what had “kept me alive” was the drawing and painting I did every time I could. I realized how important art was to me. But the fact was that the first half of my life was gone! What could I do? I sure didnt want to let the other half pass by! So, seven years ago, at the age of fourty, I decided to quit my job and asked another artist if he would take me as his pupil. He agreed and I studied there for three years. I became an aspiring artist. I still see myself as such.
Art is in my veins and in every part of my body and mind. It costed me a marriage, a house and everything else, you name it. I sacrificed all I had to become at least a competent painter. I dont regret a thing. After all I was lucky enough to study with David Kassan and Kenichi Hoshine. I was lucky to have friends like… you know who you are ;) And above all I was lucky to meet the woman who stands by my side now and hopefully forever.
Im fourty seven now and although I see myself as a man who achieved a lot Im not satisfied with the way things were going lately on the artistic aspect. I will save you the details although Im opened to answer any questions you may have. Thats why everything is gone…
One final word to apologize everyone who followed my blog and didnt expect this. I hope you follow this one too.