Bio
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The smell of oil paint and coffee seem like an odd memory for an eight year old - but there, in my first art classes in a small artist atelier - is where I knew I wanted a life full of art & creativity.
The year was 1999. I was eight years old and my parents encouraged me to pursue my passion for drawing and join an art class. This atelier was an hour and a half away from my school. I remember getting in the car after a full day of classes and having a snack and a nap on the back seat of the car. Twice a week, eight year old me joined a group of mostly 60 year old ladies that were learning how to paint. I was the youngest there and I loved the smell of toffee, oil paint, and coffee that permeated the studio.
There is where I first learned about lines, shadows, and how to translate what I had im my mind to the paper.
At nine years old, I thought it was already time for me to have my first gallery show. I handmade some posters and taped them to the elevator of my building, expecting everyone to come see my (terrible) oil paintings and drawings. I remember I was greatly inspired by picture books of Picasso paintings and I dreamed of one day having my own art movement.