For those who havent heard the story:
In the first grade, during free time I drew Fred Flinstone and experienced that unique feeling that all artists feel when their proud of their creation. I instantly decided I wanted to be an artist as my grandma had before me and the first thing I did when I got home was proclaim my destiny to my mother. She probably didn't take me too seriously at the time...
For me, instead of wanting to be a fireman or an astronaut I always wanted to be an artist. Throughout my whole life I've dreamed of the day I'd go to art school.

It was last friday and I was sitting in union square drawing for an art class I'm taking at the School of Visual Arts in New York. It was after my teacher had stopped by for a talk in which he guaranteed my acceptance to SVA and promised me a letter of recommendation. It was when I realized I was living my dream and that my life from here on out will be an adventure that I've been waiting for all my life.
I feel as if I've been drawn to this
It's what I was meant to do
It makes me feel complete

Cliche perhaps
But so real








A few quick exercises from class:






P.s. I was drawing that last one when my story about last friday happened.