Hello!
Since I was a little girl, I chose painting as my first choice of play. My friends couldn't understand how instead of going to the park to play hide and seek, I preferred to be locked up in the house and spend the day drawing, among other things. As you may understand, there was no doll capable of surpassing a box of colors, and if by chance I got one as a gift, I quickly turned it into a new model for my costume designs.
Here I am with the first drawing exercise of this Saturday's classes. A still life.
At school I knew all the love stories of my class, as I was the letter writer for my friends, and between classes I would make a few hearts with flaming roses that would be sent, to each "in love" sender.
I say that it is a gene that I inherited from my family; there are already several generations of people with great manual capacities, 
The first thing I do is to take the proportions, capture them and start sketching what I see.
One day in my 7th year, they gave me the news that my grandfather would come to visit us, I shouted to the skies because we lived in a country town far from the city and the fact of seeing each other was very scarce. The man I am talking about was a painter by profession, with incredible abilities, so he quickly became my artistic idol, hahahahahahahahahahahahah... so while waiting for his arrival I spent the time choosing my most remarkable drawings, organizing them in a folder in order of priority, being in the foreground a portrait that in my opinion was the most professional.
Here I am already in the process of lightening and darkening my drawing.
Without extending the thing so much I go directly to the part where my grandfather saw my portrait and with a contemptuous gesture, that I could not describe because I almost forgot his face, he threw my drawings aside saying that they were not good enough (without having seen the rest) and with a comparison alluding to the drawings of someone else ended there my career as a draftsman.
After drawing we moved on to painting exercises. You can see some of my work in the foreground.
Painting a still life in high, medium and low value scale... that is: white, gray and black.
Time passed and an eagle flew over the sea, and I'm still here with the same preferences... of course, only that due to the trauma I changed painting or drawing for handicrafts and sewing. Things, which are not far from art at all. Today I have a store where I sell my creations, which curiously are mostly for children, as if I wanted to please that little girl who still lives in me. Also pleasing her I have gone to take painting classes; I can already tell you that more than a dream it has become a challenge.
After class my friend and I went to a place very close to the classroom to spend some time together before heading home.
The first day of classes I went into shock and in two hours I didn't draw a line, but with the great support I have received I started to loosen up and quickly I was able to start drawing with more confidence. I don't have enough time to practice much, but just by going for two hours every Saturday I feel the progress I've made.
I forgave the aforementioned gentleman, as I realized his poor perception of reality back then and that our talents go beyond what someone considers right or wrong, but are simply the way we have to cleanse our souls.
Because of the level I had reached lately, they suggested that I apply for the San Alejandro Academy of Fine Arts' auditions. When I made this decision it was crazy - as it was not my goal to be an "artist" - but it quickly became a nice challenge to better myself. Whether you approve or not, I sincerely tell you that it makes no difference, I will be equally satisfied with either option since the fact of reconciling myself with my essence is already the greatest gift, the greatest learning.
Enjoying a little of the light that the afternoon brings.... you know I love it.
As the saying goes, it is never too late. The unconditional support I have received from all those who are there is an embrace to existence itself...and not to mention the wonderful person who carried with me and the suitcase of insecurities I was carrying and did not stop until leaving me in front of a flight with a ticket in my hand to my happiness, overcoming and of course this time I was already without luggage, because I had everything I needed for this beautiful journey from which I do not intend to return. I want to stay in life as a visitor, being the observer no matter who looks, being the voice that sings out of tune but trembling with emotion, no matter who listens. And letting the rays of sunshine into the darkest part of my soul.
She, once again, being my support to take flight. Between laughter and games we spent the rest of the afternoon.
I share with you first hand the experience of this Saturday, where like every weekend I am a little more me and a little happier.
...and I say goodbye with the last ray of sunshine of that incredible day.
bye bye
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