I have always enjoyed drawing since I was little. I was an introvert, but at the same time a very creative kid. I actually remember being a part of some art courses in school, and being a winner of some drawing contests. When it comes to writing, I started writing poetry and prose when I was a teenager around 14 or 15 years old. At that time I had a strong circle of friends, however I was struggling with growing up as a queer person. I didn’t know how to express my vulnerability, my feelings, my thoughts, my sexuality, my desires. I always felt like an outsider, so it was really hard for me to be open about my creativity, and my artistic side. I knew I was different, but I didn’t know how to embrace it openly. Before I entered high school, I asked my parents to go to art school, but they denied it. Art school was too far away from our village, and in their mind it had no career.
I was a good student overall, so I finished high school and I ended up going to nursing school in 2006. Weird, I know. I still find it weird. During those years I couldn’t draw. I wrote a little, and consumed lots of poetry though. I was reading, going to art and film shows all the time. However, I felt stuck. In my mind it was like I had chosen that path, and there was no way I could make art or invest in that.
In nursing school I ended up being a part of the theatre club. After I graduated I kept studying acting while I was working as a nurse (both hard to reconcile!). I didn’t draw, and write for almost 7 years! In 2017 I came to the USA and I had a period of time when I was doing nothing. I was a little depressed and sad, being away from my country (Portugal). I started writing poems and illustrating them as an escape and a way of coping. In 2018 I FINALLY had the courage to create my instagram account, and started sharing my art with the world. That’s when I started being myself, for the first time.
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