Hello Steemit!
It's hard for me to remember when I had a craving for creativity. I always liked to paint. Perhaps the turning point was the graduation class at school, when I decided to go to study for an architect, and to take the entrance examination, went to art school. Of course, it did not lead to anything good: either the teacher was not lucky, or I really did not understand what they wanted from me, although I still had a few works of that period ... but more, for some reason, negative memories. By the way, I did not come to the entrance exam for drawing ...
Years went by, I threw the drawing. And those refrigerator art that appeared in notebooks and notebooks, even with a stretch of drawings, it was difficult to name. And then, ten years later (she did not expect that such a time had passed, it seemed that just yesterday was), I returned. This, of course, is loudly said)) It's just that with the access to the decree there was a lot of free time. And we had watercolors and brushes at home. I watched video lessons, read books ... and I began to come across sketchers who work as markers. And this material has tightened me completely: its freedom in technology (and there it practically is not) and simplicity in circulation. With small steps I began to return to where my soul always lay ...
