As far as my memory reachs, I always remember myself, pencil in hand, drawing or doing some artistic stuff using unthinkable materials. When I was younger, in physical education I was chosen one of the last (sport was never my thing) but in any artistic work, all the classmates fought to keep me in their teams.
I love to play any kind of creative activity and I really enjoy it. Why not make my hobby my way of life? I’m pretty sure that this is the world I want to invest my own work days in and that it worths to overindulge with caffeine, have astigmatism and dark circles under my eyes (white walker style, you know).