At a younger age, I took up all of my dreams and try to make them come true. I dreamt and I built day by day. I was a young motivated boy with a childhood of no money. I decided to work for everything I wanted, not to go and buy it because I couldn't afford it but only to build it with artisan hands and create the most artistic piece of art and it will be the most remarkable piece of work. Until now, the potential that had me endeavors through my life growing up to be an artisan help me take and use up all the skills in my life to keep me going. I Build beautiful homes with my hands for clients now who hire me. I find myself trapped in the artistry of everything I do. In my own times, I visualize and my thoughts flares artistic flashes that makes me start to create some beautiful art work. I paint. I just paint.. I don't know where I'm going but... I just let my hands do their job and I trust them more than anything else. My hand , my heart then my thoughts. I just let it go.
I have been drawing ever since a young boy. One morning me and my siblings were having breakfast. On the cereal box there was a small art competition section. Who ever can replicate the drawing on that cereal box wins the prize. So this is what triggered me and my brother to draw this character and it came out really well. But we never got to put it into the mail only because it was too late. And now here I am finally. Obviously at an older age I painted some beautiful paintings and still feel like that little boy wanting to share it with anyone and everyone. I'm not Picasso nor Di Vinci but I am an artist. I creat my art with artistic feelings and I close my world up and just let my art come to reality.