There is a great story that can nourish my resume, is a story that also could be yours, which I started years ago ...
Since childhood he took all possibility of creating and becoming disasters, borratajos or attempted it, comic drawings, poetry and ... yeah! I think pretecnologÃa can also be an art form, hahaha.
My parents taking advantage of my concern, saw this as a way to calm down and only 4 years and ended up heading in oil painting with the typical illusion of having a mini family home artist, I never liked, nor was it gave me everything my exorbitant nonconformity wanted, I did not want to copy things, I wanted to create and clear did not last long, a mere 3 or 4 tables that look today and think
-Mama I know they are from your daughter, but remove them from there now.
Years passed and looking for my place in the world or something to change my routine and I fill my days ... that life I knew where my place ...
Ponder the possibilities of a life without education and decided that I had always loved working with my hands, which took little sticks and made them bows and arrows or attempted them and I decided to study the wood. I learned everything I could, without much ... since I consider it a huge world full of possibilities ... many of them still undiscovered.
And back and forth as life used to take ... I was imagining things that were not created and I got to thinking ... why?
I started this project scared, I was alone and may have thought that my head and my mouth spoke more things that my hands could tell, but I kept working every day and trying to save the problems, sometimes things go other than to imagine how , others surprise me and show me that there is already another who wants to be born.
Could be more technical and less romantic but the truth is just this.
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