From the porch of the home in the middle of the desert pampa of the North, admiring the beauty of changing colors of the horizon drawn with towering, desolate mountains and the sky clearer and deeper ever found again in any city or country visited, the pampas where the children's eyes every hour was a colorful painting of the day always different, perhaps maintaining the same silhouette on the bottom, filled my mind and my head's wish to make a splash so beautiful in a role like that on the format q wont look natural.
Failing to ever give a similar stroke, entered to study graphic design at the University of Chile in Antofagasta, from whose classrooms admired as the desert landscape known in my childhood, now compounded by the infinite beauty of the sea, with its colorful as much or more capricious than those hills pampinos.
Leaving behind the spectacular scenery nortino again, now submerged in the center of the capital surrounded by buildings under the cloud of smog, I completed my studies in design at the Professional Institute of the Pacific.
Repression under the military dictatorship was regaining its strength in those years, a recent graduate offered me a position in the magazine today, opposing the military regime, which worked under the watchful eye of the military stationed on the sidewalk in front of our building, always pointed their weapons and prepared to pull the trigger from any comment alluding to the aggression and the abuse of their behavior ...
When it comes to the world my first daughter, I decided to stay with him, moving my drawing board at home, starting my freelance career.
As with my two children as the center of my world, I decided to follow my husband to New York, where I enter into the world of computing, and change the brushes, pencils, drawing pens and other tools on the keyboard and the Mouse, marveling at the copy & paste and ctrl. Z, among other things.
With the maturity of years, freedom of the children and self, and loneliness of my heart I look abused sadly abandoned my old brushes in a jar on my desk ... I beg dust them.
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