It's been a while!
In the last journal I wrote about paintings and some anatomic exercise... that I've never done. Great. My Maestro it's passionately convinced that I have to be a painter and not an illustrator, because I'm better with oils. But I still don't think so. Even because I DON'T WANT THIS. Paint makes me nervous, because I have to do what people wants by me: tecniques, colors. And they say that I have to follow my instinct, and if I wanna paint a red sea I can do it. But WHAT IF I do a red sea? Eheh. They will make me change everything, because the sea isn't red, of course.
I love to draw and I wanna illustrating stories. Dragons, demons, knights. Because we're talking of my life!
I'm recently read a lot of the Nemo Academy in Florence and I'm watching something for my future. But it seems expensive and I dunno how to move. I have to talk with my parents...