I have been in love with art ever since I was little, never really excelled at it, but found a world for myself, where I could be myself and express.
A few years back I was diagnosed with rheumatic pains, which turned out to be fibromialgia... every day that passes my hands become more and more clumsy and my art...well it mutates with them
Long ago died the dreams of becoming a professional inker, the branch of my art I used to be most proud of, but others came. As dreams should, fly high and low, come and go with the wind, so does my art, it changes, it goes away and suddenly, one day without notice, it comes back.
I share my art thus sharing my soul, my true self.
i share these lines, not as a justification for the low quality of some works, for the lack of style and of number, but as a part of myself that I would rather no one knew, that I rather my art did not show, yet it does, it shapes it more than anything else in me. It will not make me stop, never, the art is me.
Current Residence: Ciudad del Este, Paraguay
Favourite genre of music: 70 & 80's rock and pop
Favourite style of art: Comic books
Operating System: Windows something
Favourite cartoon character: Captain Harlock
Personal Quote: Sometimes I forget to remember forgetting
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