The next time I saw an artist, I had no idea that I was going to become a professional painter.
I never had the opportunity to meet anyone who had painted and had no desire to become one.
I was so naive, I didn’t even know what I was doing.
I started working as a freelance illustrator in 2006, but I had never painted.
When I was 16 years old, I got my first commission.
I received a canvas with a very specific image and asked if I could use it for a painting.
I told her no, but after about five minutes she said, “OK, you should do it.”
I took the commission and went home.
I have never stopped painting, and I am still doing it.
But painting is something I have not had the experience of.
I do it in the spirit of love and devotion, but in the art world it’s not an option for most people.
The people who are painting are not really artists, because they do not understand what painting is about.
They don’t know how to express their emotions in the painting.
In fact, it’s almost impossible to know how an image looks on a canvas because so many different colors are used in a painting to create the impression of depth.
I think that the reason we have all these people who do not have the artistic ability to do this is because they have not been exposed to art.
Painting is so important to them that it’s so difficult for them to express themselves and understand how it is done.
I am sure that if I had to paint one painting today, it would be the portrait of a person who has had a lot of pain and trauma in their life and who has suffered in silence, but who has been able to paint their life story and have a personal relationship with it.
I would like to paint a portrait of my grandmother.
I wish I had the right brush, the right canvas, the memory, and the courage to paint her.
It would be a powerful portrait, but the pain would be unbearable.
And yet, my grandmother is the one who gave me her first brush, and she gave me the courage and the strength to make that painting. Read more