“You have to want the impossible for the impossible to happen.”

 

I still remember the morning I completed my first drawing.

Nothing special, mind you, but I found myself with a drawing in my hand that no one told me to do or not to do.

So, a bit by chance and a bit by mistake, I found my happiness.

 

I will never understand the reason for the pleasure I feel in drawing, I certainly won't find out today and perhaps,

I owe everything to this question that needs no justification. I owe everything to it because often,

I chose art as a guide in the choices and decisions that built my path from school to work

and often friendships too.

After a busy and questionable period of high school, between mural drawings and bullshit I almost immediately