A passion for art

A passion for art wasn't born in a day. It grew within me since I was a child. I remember dancing with my father, his hands guiding mine to draw a face. Perhaps, in those magical moments, my path was outlined. I was never satisfied: every time I mastered a technique, I felt I had to go beyond it. I studied, I was curious, and I absorbed every stimulus from the world around me.

I never uttered the word "artist" lightly; for me, it was loaded with deep values and meanings. For this reason, the day they asked me, "What do you do for a living?", the answer came without hesitation. I didn't feel the need to say it out loud. The answer was already there, inside me.