It's happening again. I guess it's the third time that I'm trying to run a proper blog on Blogger. Though, I have never been motivated as much as I am today to start posting more stuff about me, my art and my personal journey through this unexpectable life as a young artist.
It's extremely difficult to be an artist in 2015. We, the young dreamers and creative people, are always in danger to be forgotten or even never been noticed by people on the Internet - let's get real, the Web is our main media that we can expose ourselves onto and show our art to the large percentual of the public out here.
Some people are just lucky and get very quickly into a high level of being "famous", but there are also many young artists that live in shadows for years without being noticed by anyone who would provide them kind of a job based on their talent. Just for being clear: giving a simple commission is considerated as a job too, so even a tiny little one like you can "hire" an artist! Amazing, right?!
Anyway, I don't know if I still can be considerated as a YOUNG artist (I'm getting old, smh), but I'm still trying to find my own way to do art and just share it with people. I really want it to be my main source of the profit as it's the only thing that I can do properly (and with a giant amount of enthusiasm and passion) in my life. Also I'm feeling the cold dread of paying taxes on my back, you know... UGH.
My art journey has started nearly 20 years ago. I was 5-6 when I've started enjoying the random drawing and painting of mine and that nice feeling of being "good" at something has never stopped until I started going to school and questioning my entire life as well. That ugly perception of myself as "someone who will never be as good as other talented people" has never abandoned me at all. I'm still living and dealing with it, but now I understand that I can't let myself quit art nor keep on hesitating to work on it. At least, I have to develope my own style and my own portfolio that I'd be proud of.
My education was always directed into the fine arts. I studied at the Art Institution (which was basically a high school, profiled specifically for peasants/art lovers like me) for 5 years and then I went to the Academy of Fine Arts in Carrara (Italy) where I graduated this year with honours. That was a nice journey, although I finished it with my mind full of doubts about my future. Let's not talk about that, though!
Those 8 years gave me something that I can't even explain in words. It's like an addictive perception/feeling of being free, even though I'm living in a society founded on stated rules that often seems to put handcuffs on my wrists. Also they taught me to be a relativist and always have an open mind. Always.
In all those years, I haven't been really sure about what my art should be when I grow up. I've been testing different tools and styles, like pencils, watercolours, acrylics, ink, digital painting, until I got here, at the point to figure out that I want to do is the illustration art.
Some of you may ask: why would you quit the hyperrealism if you are so good at it?
Well, the answer is pretty simple. I don't enjoy it anymore. It doesn't satisfy me anymore. I can't benefit from it anymore. So that's where the new Aferova Art starts (again) from...
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