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My love for the arts has been similar to my love for that first love; that youthful love for my first 10 years, which I remember as the most endearing and platonic. It is not a passing love, because it refers me back to the day I met him, even if I never heard from him again; It is part of the history of my life and it will always be lodged deep in my heart. This idealized love, similar to the one I feel for the arts, made me decide my career in Architecture and then in Graphic Design. When I got married, very young, my children and my marriage took that place; they were heavier and I was almost completely separated. I only approached him in my country house, alone, when the children went to play at the lake; Then I would put my easel and paint on for hours, until the sun went down. It was at that moment that I found him again, but I didn't take him, he ran away, I still don't know why. Bur, something in me was captured, I am sure because my children, the three of them, decided on careers related to art; Music, Architecture and Industrial Design. I also went back to college and met him through books, theory, fine arts, literature. When studying philosophy and letters I stumbled upon a more mature love ... just as important, possibly more sometimes, but that first love is stronger, it catches me, it loses me, it attracts me and I fall in love again; it makes the blood flow through my veins, it nourishes me, it makes me happy like that first love. During this time of confinement and solitude, in which I find myself alone, as in those twilight evenings, that lover has winked at me again. And, again, I was hooked ... so the days are short, not even long enough. I take notes, practice and paint in my spare time. I had never been more active; Today I have an urban garden, I have an online reading circle and I teach distance literature for teenagers, but nothing is enough for me: I wait all day for my time alone with my pencils, I would like the afternoons to be longer and the short mornings; I can't wait to jump between the Russian technique drawing with Iliya Mirochnik, the Leo Mancini eye drawing, the rendering with Chris Legaspi, the watercolor with Mark and Charles Hu; I am number one fan and want to meet the whole great team. But I do not have time. I need a honeymoon ... with nothing but my books, pencils, papers, color oils and watercolors. Thanks for listening. I am Veronica, thank to all the wonderful humans for being there. Anyone, to tell me what I feel is normal? Or, better yet, some crazy person who feels the same way as me?
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