Hello everyone, I have never been good at talking about myself, but here goes. My name is Christine and I am a graphic designer and illustrator. I tend to do more illustration and art work than graphic design, because well..whenever I have to do work for someone else I kind of loose interest. It is as if the presence of money makes my creativity and art-like abilities to disappear, like a child being told to clean his room.
My main focus is to draw and paint. I started drawing at a young age. To me it felt more like I was compelled to do so. I had to draw otherwise my brain would be too full of thoughts and images. I would always create stories and characters, and spend my day trying to come up with epic tales.
As I grew up I focused more of story telling and poetry. It seemed to be everywhere and my home town, Bogotá seemed to be bubbling with magical realism at every street corner. I took all my romantic ideals with me to college, only to be crushed by my unmotivated master students not really caring about teaching, or overzealous teachers that stole all my work at the end of the semester... so i stopped writing, and focused more on photography and art.
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I did more photography and less art for years on end. I was again obsessed with the beautiful silky shadows and luscious highlights. I created surreal expressions of stories and dark time pieces. But with time, I became frustrated. I was in need of providing after divorcing the dark force in my life, and used photography as a way to earn money. At first I was happy for any client I would get, but still I could feel my creativity vanishing with every click. Until finally, I couldn't bare even touching my camera. I was repelled. I couldn't even look at photographs the same way that i used to. It was as if it had lost it's magic.
So, in desperate need to create I went back to my first creative endeavour, drawing. And since then I haven't stopped. I have found a way to earn through painting classes and parties, prints and the occasional commission. But since I create for myself and only myself I have not lost my muse. At time she is stubborn, but still she is there.
