When I was a kid, I was keen on comic-books and I wanted to become a comic-book artist, so I attended some workshops about how to draw comics but was not enough to get the right skills I needed, so my parents enrolled me on a local painting course.
There, I met one of my best friends and art teacher who pushed me to move on and study Fine Arts at the University...
This is a short and simple story of what in reality happened: my parents wished I was a Doctor or something similar, so they did not support me too much; I failed three times in a row my A-Levels, then passed the fourth time, and tried a fifth time to get the punctuation needed to go to the Art University which I did (if you wonder, that was the Spanish educational system at that time); in the meantime, got a job as a waiter, helped to my art teacher in a regular basics as her personal assistant, and learnt a lot about life in general.
How was my educational experience? It was terrific, fantastic! I will always say if I have the opportunity to return to start again, I will do it.
In terms of what I learnt and what I ended being as an artist, it is something that happens to many artist: I started thinking of being a drawer and in the road I became interested in public art (political, and nature issues). In some pieces of art I started to use low tech hardware as light projectors, motion sensors...; one of my pieces consists in a fake online store.
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