when i was younger i drew something harmless and my mom seen it ....hoping to get a complement for my effort. instead what i got was totally unexpected ...i was told to eat the paper and to never draw ever again...
as a young child i didnt understand, but a rebelliousness came over me, and from that day forward i had a good fiber diet....paper was going to be a new meal for me ...
as i keep drawing i got better and better. i got smarter and i started to hide the drawings so i could use as references. little by little my mom stopped finding them and i slowly stopped drawing ...
i stopped for a long time until i drew something then someone seen it and asked me to draw a portrait, an did i hated it but people loved it...i kept on drawing every so often with other artist until i met my master who studied ink (ball point pen)...he was like a father, brother and a best friend to me ...and then one day the teacher became the student .....
the truth is i hate drawing ....but i do it because the way they make people feel...and that i love