I am a thirty year old young man, when I was young, I loved drawing, and I grew up with drawing, when I was studying in school, the teacher was telling us, my students, you will not all become professors, one of you will be a teacher and the other will be an engineer and the other will be a carpenter and the other will be A policeman and the other will be a painter, and I chose to be a painter, but now, I discovered that art in my country is the most difficult profession, lost and without work, all I have is mental disorders, pressure, and maze in the world of deep art, the mother does not end, I cannot continue, I was hoping for a simple job, and a kind wife, to paint our love life, now thirty years Of suffering, I realized that nothing worth to live for him, drawing well done, it became the suffering and not a solution

• Muokattu kirjoittajan toimesta 4 vuotta, 7 kuukautta sitten. Syy: Sad
• Muokattu kirjoittajan toimesta 4 vuotta, 7 kuukautta sitten. Syy: Sad