I left the city. I love the village, I've grown up there.
I also finished my master in graphics. I am not sorry. The village reminds you of tradition and childhood games.
Art must be exercised daily. I started with portraits, handcrafted caricatures, then digital caricatures, logos, vouchers. We got to the woodworking shop. Here is a much more pleasant atmosphere, I find myself. I do not miss the pyrographic device. With him I can make shavers with drawings like the one in the picture.
Wood, art, graphics, mountains ... so much to survive in this corrupt country.