As a child, when I painted wallpaper, my mother sent me to art school. For three years I painted views from the window, jugs and noses from plaster idols. In general, there I have lost all desire to draw completely. But over time, a situation arose in which there was nothing left to do, how to pick up a pencil and just to take time to start drawing. At first, some animals, just people, everything that caught my eye. Once in a paint store I met a real artist. A conversation with him inspired me to do more serious work. I learned something from him, something from the Internet, and something by trial and error, so gradually my ability to apply pencils and paints was perfected so that portraits and paintings would be obtained from it. And now, I can't imagine the day. so that I do not hold brushes or pencils in my hands, this is my life, my feelings, my emotions, my everything. It happens that I wake up in the middle of the night and go to the easel, because I dreamed of something that just needs to be applied to the canvas.