An artist, just an artist. It is simple like that.

OK, all right, I will blog. I will write about the artist life. Of course lots of my own life will be included, after all what am I if not an artist? I realized it when I was still very young and I noticed that everybody had noticed that I was “different”. Took me forever to understand that it was Ok to think and talk and look not in the same way as everybody else’s. I have to confess here if I want to be loyal to my memory, that some of my friends called me “doidinha”, it was an affectionate way to say crazy in Portuguese. In that time, because I did not had understood who I was and because I was so young and naïve, that hurt me a lot. But then life got very confused when I started to dream about becoming a successful business woman. I tried so hard and waisted so much time and money till I found out that: the primarily reason for my failures was the fact that I was a right brainier, and had not worked on this aspect of my life at all. Nobody ever spoke to me about that, the schools I studied never explored that, all that society knows about it is the result of the recent researches. So, I new it inside me and I developed naturally what I was in the deep of my core.

Of course I have to state that my adjustment to family and society was painful.

Ok, how can a person functions being?

1 - fantasy-oriented

2 - holistic

3- random

4 - subjective

“On the other hand, right-brain students are the dreamers. They can be very intelligent and very deep thinkers—so much so that they can get lost in their own little worlds. They make great students of the social sciences and the arts. They are more spontaneous than the cautious left-brainers, and they are likely to follow their own gut feelings.”

http://homeworktips.about.com/od/learningstyles/a/leftrightbrain.htm

In all my life I remember creating those spectacular and well articulated “little worlds” and living comfortably in them. Reading this that quickly looks simple and comfy, but it gets very complicated once the dynamic of life carries you in. Then you understand what crazy is and you humbled yourself to the maximum:

That’s my bio:

My work is the fruit of who I am. Does not matter if I like it or not, I am an artist.

It comes from an intrinsic need to "create" something. I create an image and call
that the essence of my soul and allege that it is just enough to explain everything else in my whole life. Now at this stage of my existence, I am far away from the time
when these things may caused me embarrassment.

What?

An artist?

What do you mean by that?

I mean an aritist, just an artist

It is simple like that.