I like to see the sun with my own eyes.

And my eyes will burn.

And i will get lost.

Months and months of not learning anything.

A lot of cries in the dark,  hitting myself to the wall trying to figure out how they pull it off.

Weeks without drawing, the muse had gone, im alone, lost in a blank sheet.

Paper is my cage.

Sometimes other artist will stop their road and kick you in the legs , your arms, they will spit on you, so you cant continue your journey, the road seems longer. Sometimes another artist will stop look at you give you a hand to raise up and then, he will continue walking, the amount of steps depends on you, no other artist will give you a pigie ride.

Sometimes will be hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Most of the times i just want to leave the pen on the desk and quit everything, after all whats the point?

But sometimes you receive a big push from family, friends, other artists tragedies, and you dohave to draw for them not for yourself.


If i was a magician and someone wants to tell me how he does his trick i will probably look away, because i believe in magic and i dont want it to lose it.


My road was never a road of roses, im proud of each error i have, errors are the ones that makes me who i am, errors are my armor, only with errors i can learn.

Im the kind of guy that will trip on the same stone over and over again.


Having someone showing me the way how to draw, been able to skip all the errors, at the end of the drawing i will feel victorious? How will i feel victorious if i never walked a road of thorns.

My feet are bleeding while my eyes are looking at the horizont... my goal.

Bloody errors keeps you on ground. Errors were meant to be avoided but errors were meant to make you stronger.


The more mistakes you do in art the better you will be, you can only learn by falling.

The errors feels like mathematical problems you need to solve by your own. Study books, study life models, get a teacher, read tutorials figure out by yourself what its wrong. And the answer will taste better than any drug in the world.


Having someone to take you by your hand and make you skip all this and go directly to your goal feels hollow to me.


Art in my case its  95% pain and hard work and 5% talent.



But what do i know, i just can talk by the way i had been working all this years, this is my way of the painter. This is all subjective, im not qualified to talk about this intense and great topic.


Anyone should find their own road of roses or thorns.