I grew up among lawyers, a small but long illness, I connect with my edad.Solo brushes was seven, when my soledad.Cuando appeared experience this precious quality, not permitted, escapar.Salte to the beautiful loft, which provided me, my best libertad.Alli, including brushes and stores, grew my longed aficion.Las hours and warm days and sometimes boring summer, were replaced, so then, would come to set the special feature of my personality ... Travel and study in the most beautiful city for art blossomed Paris.Alli .. my intellectual sense of beauty and the mysteries filosofia.Atraida to cheers man, into the afterlife, I give the Art of the Ages and All Ages, monumental Greco-Roman and Egyptian mystery .. the Louvre stormed solemn eyes of a young heart full of anxiety and belleza.Volvi back home and my college career in art history was decisive to understand that all such data that stores were required to understand that only with the practice of painting, could undertake the difficult journey into my own world and into my heart and into my heart or to my own identity. Every day I leave to pick up a brush, I lose a meter in this journey, now way, no brush strokes final.El my soul and my being on earth to be higher than where I come from.

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