The love "Comic Sans MS" "> drawing was born and raised me to always stand aside in the activities of drawing from primary school through secondary school but could never allowed to flourish, with an unresolved for me.

Sometimes the lack of time to have a lot of work, sometimes lack of money to take classes was leading my life in another direction.

After many setbacks encountered in drawing my therapy until I was asked almost obliged to make my first .... table ... .. I had never managed to handle the watercolors or tempera-worst "for me was my work, was facing the possibility of painting and a large ....... challenge.

First, the anxiety of wanting to start and finish and then search for the enjoyment of every detail while the rest ...... I looked at the "new" to have that done, I brush my world after stroke in the color search the shadow ....... almost finished my first painting on the edge and get to the exhibition to which I attended and listened to the comments of those who saw the play and the comments were many in number and good ...... . and is trying to listen for a while and could not believe you talk about my table at the level of other exponents who have spent years in the art of painting.

The son of my teacher said that was one of the most ....... that momentum will continue and I attended seminars with more technical unstructured .......

I had the opportunity to sell some works, what makes my view as close the circle of it conveys something on a canvas, which looks and likes, and takes occupying even more than your eyes somewhere. ...... it is my circle to which the work occupies a mere moment in the life of someone else ....

Also hours at the computer entering the museums of dawn were amazed ....... wanting more without feeling the passing of the hours just feeling the emotion in the soul of the beauty of thousands of works and when I felt I was not at that level and that mine was a lack of respect, I found myself grilling with the teacher in a common forum Rigoca ignoring the scale of his work believing I was a painter and I feel her tap on my back when Alaga some of my work and I find yours is ....... n the middle of a plateau of painting in which I work a lot like ... .... is to present some of my work to share with my more humble ....

Sometimes life gives you a blow because he has another target for you .... do not lose faith perhaps there is good news in the corner that best Like .....