What do I do to prepare the blogs?

When I'm going to write some posts, I do different things.

First of all, I can write depending of the time: if I really want to write (or if I need to do it) or if I have to do it (because I wrote what days I must blogging).

Then, I can do another two things too; I choose between writing of what I want (or must, again), or I look at the document that I wrote of differents themes. This document has a lot of ideas of blogs, and I have written some of them (that you can read in this blog if you want).

Then, I start writing: I think how I'm going to say it, and then I do it. (Excuse me, but I'm seeing that I have wrote a lot of "I" here... And it makes me laugh, because there's no other word to talk about me as a subject). 

When I finish with the text, I read it again, and I go to the Translator of Google to check if I did any orthographic mistake. Then I look for a photo; it depends of if the text needs it or not.

And that's all! 

Paint or Pain?

I always think about my art. I wonder if I'll can do what I want to do, because I see amazing paintings, the perfect color harmony, these wonderful shapes, the feelings... And I compare myself with incredible painters. I will improve, I know, like all art lovers that paint, draw or any other technique, but I despair sometimes thinking about it.

It's a big fear, because I'm afraid of not to get exactly what I want. When I paint I have an image in my head, and if I can't put it on the paper, I start to think that I can't draw, and I'll never get my live dreams. I know, it can sound stupid, but I really feel like this.

I've been a little sad ago few days, or maybe weeks, because I'm too exigent and I hardly ever get what I want. It's so hard, it needs time (like Scorpions say in a song), and I'm so young, but I can't think like a teenager. I think as an adult in a lot of aspects, and that's bad too, because I know that I must enjoy the moment and relax. But I can't. I needed to write today, and do this one made me feel better. I think.  

Short hair

In 2012 I had long hair... Not like this days, but long, yes.

I decided to change my appearance, so I cut it. It was the worst decision I could do that year.

You know, I have curly hair, so I didn't liked because was too short... I have some photos, only a few, but I don't really want to search it for the feelings I'll feel if I look them. I tried to brush my hair a lot of times to look different, so, on the photos my hair is straight. I was a artichoke!

I thought “I'll never cut my hair again... I'll have it long”. That's why at the moment, and during these years, I've been with long (too long) hair. I'm afraid of the scissors closer to my head, since that day.

I really love my hair, but I need some time to take care of it... I can't brush it when it's dry: I need to water it and then I can start brushing.

I remember that ago two years, I was waking up every day to clean it, brush it and dry it, at 7 (AM) o'clock. It was terrible. It's okay to want to come “super diva Pantene” to high school, but it's too much time lost (and less sleep hours, of course). Last year, I've never come to class with a tail or a bun. I was a lion, everyday. And... This year (2015-2016) I was too lazy for doing these efforts EVERY DAY, so I decided to make me buns always. I love wear me hair free, but It's too annoying depending of the moment. Well... It was my desition! I know you understand how it's curly hair... Hahaha.

London bag

I was in London last year. It was an amazing trip! It was very interesting, wonderful and peaceful.

I remember when we were on their streets, looking at every building, every place... They were strange days, because one day it was raining and another was a sunny day... I was there for 3 days. We had fun, but the last day, a horrible thing happened to me.

We had to get up early, and we went to sleep late, of course! I got up, I brushed my hear... And when I wanted to open my bag, I couldn't. Oh my god... I was in shock. “What I'll do now?” We had an hour, more or less, and then we should to go to the aeroport. We had to breakfast on the hostel and a classmate left me her pajama... It's okay, but it was on a Tiger kigurumi... Hahaha yes!!!!

I walked down stairs, and I eated dressed like a tiger. A lot of people lo

oked at me, but I tried to look calm. “Silvia, please, try not lo laugh” I thought. How not??!! I was with a costume on the hostel, on the bar! English people probably thought strange things about me, a reason more about why I laugh a lot now!!!

A teacher helped me to open my bag (I couldn't open it because it had a broken lock...) and when she could open it, I went to hug her. I still giving thanks to her for that. Was... Funny. Here you have a photo of a kigurumi!

Let's talk about contemporary art

Hyperrealism it's an artistic gender that makes wonder the spectator if, in front of them, there are a painting or a real photo.

Borja Bonafuente, an hyperrealist spanish painter says "I made a lot of paintings that can represent opposite things, depending on who's is watching them. [...] In Hay dos tipos de azul, el tuyo y el mío, we can't know if this women with rimmel is crying or laughing, or is laughing for not to cry.

In Descuida, no ha dolido we can see a woman inside a bathtub with water, with a toaster in her hands: will she throw the toaster on the water for electrocute herself, or will she give her another chance? It's amazing see how people can see the same, in differents ways. It's like that famous dress, white or blue".

He also says the clue to paint like this is to know how to see, to know what colours use. "For example, the skin: it isn't only white and pink, it can have greens, blues, violets... Using the contrasts, darker, clearer, you can do it. It's not necessary to be 30 years learning that".

My future

I remember when I was on the art class, listening the teacher. My eyes were on the board, looking every little part of the paintings we could see. The teacher was speaking when I forgot the word: all my attention was for the explanation. I was enjoying a lot, learning about what interests me.

When I arribed home I started to think. "I really love arts, I've always known, and it's definitive... I decided to study Arts, and I will!".

Ago few years, a pair, I think, I thought about my future: about what will I do, what would be my job, how I would be... And I arribed to a conclusion. I want to move to my city, Barcelona, to study in Facultat de Belles Arts. In there I will learn a lot of techniques of paintings, scultures, story of Art, and loads of another things. I can't wait anymore! 

Next year I will go to Deulofeu to do the plastic-artistic "Bachillerat", in Figueres. Now, I must wait for 3 years, to become independent and study all I want.

Yesterday I was studying for an Art exam (I did it today), and spent a lot of time reading 20 times the same, not because I coudn't learn it: I wanted to be sure about that because for me, it was a treause. Paintings, are my life. A methode to express yourself... That's why my room has a lot of my works (draws, paintings, charcoal drawings...) on the walls.

If you want to see me happy, give me a paper, some oleos, watercolors or whatever, and I will be working hours.

I'm a deasaster

Today I was doing homework, when I received a message from a friend. I decided to relax me and I then, we started a conversation.

We talked about some strange things, things that I love. I love philosophize, because I'm a person with a lot of different ideas and I need to explain them to others. We talked about madness, what's love, why does people act like that, how's life, why we are like we are right now... And some random facts.

We were in a conversation during 2 hours. They were so interesting, but, it was late, and we were tired. Well, I still feeling tired. I just want to go to sleep, but no, I prefer to write this: because I'm so lazy and I know if I don't do that now, I will do it on Sunday night, and I hate when I do it.

Yes... I'm hard worker, but lazy. And that's not very good. That's why I see like a panda every morning, because I start doing homework late (about 6 PM) and then I study, so I finish at 11 PM. And then I tidy my room, I prepare my breakfast, my bag... Then I look at the clock and there are 11:45 PM. Fantastic, because I get up 7:45 AM every morning, so I only sleep 8 hours: but I need to sleep 9. I'm a deasaster. Well... My bed's calling me. 

See you!