The paintings are just a by-product of my inner life. Anything more would be a pompous lie. I'm lying they're also how I pay my bills.
Reality is complex, yet not that interesting. Art helps.
I grew up in an artistic household, I painted since I could hold a pencil (I assume). I was convinced that it couldn't be a career. Now it is my career.
My actual life is boring and chaotic, I painted since ever that's true. I was told it couldn't be my career, then, that it would be a shame if it wasn't my career... I went to art school, the first year was so useless I don't even want to tell which school because it was terrible, then I went to a private “preparation” school, it was nice and certainly improved my art it's called Academie Charpentier. I could boast and be slightly obnoxious there I had fun. Then I changed objectives and learned psychology because I felt like it was a meaningless career (can't say that!) and then I finished my psychology license and was burned out. Didn't know what to do with my life. Did a lot of baby sittings! That really turned me into an adult. And then I felt like I was going in circles and I wasn't making any money, so I thought I might as well be poor but an artist and not have to leave my home, work whenever I wanted... And it worked out! It's crazy. But that's how I see my life so it's not really a good way to show off. I think that making it sound cool would be a lie.