Illustration done traditionally, with gouache and ink on craft paper.
My goal is to add beauty to the world through the art I create. I love working, especially if it's art related. All those hours in which I force myself until I get the best results, are spent as in a trance, with some help from music. I know it's all worth when I see that I managed to put on paper a part of me, for others so feel what I felt in those moments. So who cares about the protesting body, when the feeling of a well done job is this overwhelming? Who cares if I fall asleep on my working desk, exhausted, when I know that I what I do is my everything?