I am a self-motivated and self-taught artist from South Africa. Art in its many forms has always had the ability to captivate me and transport me to a place where time stands still. Since I can remember, I have always felt an intrinsic need to create and share beautiful works of art, which is apparent in the many pieces of my artwork shared as gifts for my family and friends.
Egyptian plastic artist
I love art, especially sculpture. I took training courses and developed myself.
I am Nicole Desormeaux, from Quebec Canada. Art is my passion, I am a senior, it take a big place in in my life.
Art is the last vice I own. The one constant I possess that is clear, unaffected, and real. I don’t Harbor challenges in any art I create.
A man born on mars, whom migrated to earth to exploit the many talents he harnesses within him. A jack of all trades.
The feeling of a pencil scratching against the paper and the frustration of having to erase it all and start again, various moves being put together to flow to every beat you hear and even missing one. Wether it’s playing the keys or hitting them vocally, all my talents remind me I am nothing ordinary.
For just over twenty-one years of my fifty-four years of life, I earned a professional living with the art of words: public speaking, one-on-one mentoring, retreat hosting, and writing for publication. Words served me well: eleven book titles opening avenues as a keynote speaker (e.g. China, Europe, South Africa) and a media guest on the likes of “Oprah” “CNN” and radio broadcasts.
I am Amani, I draw from a long time.also I am the only member who draw in my family, I am 18 years old. And my dream is to be a famous artist and I have a big challenging plan to achieve my dream, whatever the difficulties, I will overcome it and fulfill my dream.
Hello I am from Romania and art has always been a hobby and a passion.
I grew up in Slovakia, where castles and forests formed an integral part of my make-believe worlds as a child. I quickly discovered drawing as a way to portray the intense visions in my mind. When I was young, my parents would put cardboard up on the wall so that I would not ruin the plaster with my scribbles. Of course, I filled up the cardboard and reached above to scribble directly onto the wall.
