There was that beautiful summer in 2007, I’ve passed all my exams and I was preparing to start the art college, my mum was just coming out of a hospital and everything seemed to be ok, together with my family I was choosing a school that I thought it will be ok for my future. I was going out, playing football with kids everything looked ok for me but I could see in everyone’s eyes that something is not right but I could never imagine the scale of it. In that evening my mother wasn’t feeling too well, everyone was around her without telling too much, I taught is feeling ill and the second day she will be ok but the second day never comes for my mum.
Dark art of the life
After all of that, I only had my father, my sister and my drawings. It was a period of depression, confusion, anxiety for all of us, everything had changed.
Since I was the youngest one, everyone tried to hide the pain from me and make it look like everything is ok but time passed and I’ve realised everything is not ok.
Time passed and things were getting better, my sister and my father were always by my side.
I had now just finished college and I was moving around to find a job so I can support my studies for an art university, I was 19 and my father had his medical check, we’ve found out that he had cancer, the same disease that took my mum from us. At this point I knew everything about it, I was in the first line taking the bullets . 2 years full of emotions and anxiety, I knew what was going to happen and I intended to spend as much time as possible with him. I was 21 it was the beginning of summer, he died in my arms with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face.
I wake up all by myself, it was just me and the sound of wind In the trees
You are the artist of your life
There are a lot of people in this situation In the entire world and I don’t see myself as an example but what I want to share with you all is that nothing can stop you from dreaming. My dream is almost reality. I’ve been learning to paint in every style I wanted, just to discover that my style was given to me before I was born, the Abstract Expressionist, my experiences just shape it. We can always find excuses for not doing something but if you really want something you have to do it, it is there waiting for you.