I don’t even know where to start.
Being an artist involve a lot of things , emotions and skills you must learn…well, actually being a human is for the brave, I think.
I personally, paint everyday.
I have a bunch of commissions, which I’m very grateful for , I’m painting for an exhibition I wanna put together, and I also paint for myself.When I’m working on a commission I make breaks, and paint for rest.
In my free time I paint or design new paintings.
And when the commissions are done or my paintings are sold is...packaging time!!
Oh God, this is a whole different art.
People tells me like "make your own desk". "build your own whatever" and oh no, no, no, I'm not crafty. I'm a painter but I'm not crafty at all.
Anyway, I still don't have an assistant (I'm sure I will have one soon) and I pack my art myself. So all my studio is a mess, I mess all the tape, I glue myself into the furniture, I don't properly use the scissors so, there’s a little bit of blood, is glitter and paper everywhere.
And then, is time to get to the shipping place, talk with the guys, then they ask what is in the box/envelope, and is so cool to explain them.
And then is time to say goodbye, to the pieces in which I put my heart on. Is a very strange and intense feeling.
Pieces of my heart have been delivered to different parts of the world and that explodes my mind, there's no way I can explain it with words, so eeeevery time I go to the shipping office I cry.
I'm the one with the most intense feelings I know, but I love it.
All my art is full of intense emotions, tears, coffee, songs, feelings and most of all is full of love and a sense of freedom for the whole.
Definitely art (even packaging) makes my heart sing, makes myself dissolve in to this eternal moment which burns everything unreal with love.
