These are the eyes of ******* ********, or so I remember her name to be. I knew her in Italy when I was just a freshmen in high school and she was a college student. She was my cool older friend and we played video games together in the shady arcade filled with smoke. She was really funny and cool. I miss her. I guess I am not the type of person who forgets people easily.
Ever since art school high school or maybe even before it I think that I have become someone who wants to be an artist. It is almost as if I cannot imagine my life otherwise. I think that to me the only life to live is the passionate artist's life. The person whose occupation it is to feel and express life, its lows and highs and things in between. This is my passion. I guess that it was sometimes hard to see that because it is not necessarily a very specific passion. It is not like being passionate about singing or law or medicine. Although I appreciate those things as well...
So I would appreciate help along the way of course. I should be applying to art schools next year and hopefully will go to one in the bay area. I am even flying back to my parent's house so I can start work on a portfolio by taking pictures of my work. Coicidentally there are also some nice beaches there (yes!).
So wish me luck and apologize if I end up being a poor social worker in Chicago rather than a poor artist in Hayward.
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