The Illustration and Me

Before starting the topic, I would like to leave a warning: I miss the texts! Texts in which you feel that you are talking to someone, that through the words it is possible to perceive someone behind them. With so much technology these days, added to artificial intelligence, information seems empty, a real tangle of things that makes it difficult to even absorb the content. So, even more than before, this blog, page…, will be in an impersonal way, passing on what I know but as if we were having a conversation, me here, from where I write, and you, there, who are reading. Okay, now , let’s talk … Ilike to believe that I’ve been an illustrator since I can remember…; I think everyone was an artist one day (or still is), after all, what is art, if not an idea transformed into something physical, a way of communicating what we have in mind?! That is, you yourself as a child must have at some point drawn, sung, expressed yourself, even acted, imagining yourself to be a character in some story told or invented by you. At this stage, when we have our ‘’ artistic skills ‘’ so outcropped, remember…, we didn’t worry about what we had, we managed, for example, to pass an idea to a paper with just a pencil; making a new garment out of a piece of sheet; a broom was a little horse, and so on. <a href="https://medium.com/@priscila_olivia/me-and-the-illustration-52145d8dacb3">Learn More</a>