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Agora eh serio.
Sometimes I find myself wondering what happened. Three years ago I was behind a computer, just like this, trapped in my to-do lists, my mediocre administrative assistant life, earning an extremely fair salary, dressing properly, being protected by laws. Suddenly I am in this spacious library trying to find a book of theory of colors. Everything seems to stop and get quite. Three years ago I had imagined myself where I am now but I could not see what was going to happen along the way. Nobody can. I spent two years of my life getting to know myself (choosing my carreer was one of the discovery), suffering a little bit (saudades, saudades, falta de $$), finding out how much I can be an asshole for being insecure, on the other hand, how much I can be great (promotion!). The first week of classes were how it was supposed to be: hard, painfull and wonderful. The classroom is full of colors, materials, papers, pencils, watercolors, models. Art school is fucking awesome. I didn't realize that I could really draw and express dimensions, it opened my mind and set me free from those stupid dolls that fashion designers are often addicted to. Even in history and english classes I do my best and struggle. I see myself in college in New York and a feeling that I can do so many things in my life, that I am free to do and be whoever I want to. I have control of my life. I feel powerful.
Drawing I
Theory of Colors
English 101 (academic wee!)
History I
Sometimes I find myself wondering what happened. Three years ago I was behind a computer, just like this, trapped in my to-do lists, my mediocre administrative assistant life, earning an extremely fair salary, dressing properly, being protected by laws. Suddenly I am in this spacious library trying to find a book of theory of colors. Everything seems to stop and get quite. Three years ago I had imagined myself where I am now but I could not see what was going to happen along the way. Nobody can. I spent two years of my life getting to know myself (choosing my carreer was one of the discovery), suffering a little bit (saudades, saudades, falta de $$), finding out how much I can be an asshole for being insecure, on the other hand, how much I can be great (promotion!). The first week of classes were how it was supposed to be: hard, painfull and wonderful. The classroom is full of colors, materials, papers, pencils, watercolors, models. Art school is fucking awesome. I didn't realize that I could really draw and express dimensions, it opened my mind and set me free from those stupid dolls that fashion designers are often addicted to. Even in history and english classes I do my best and struggle. I see myself in college in New York and a feeling that I can do so many things in my life, that I am free to do and be whoever I want to. I have control of my life. I feel powerful.
Drawing I
Theory of Colors
English 101 (academic wee!)
History I