Born in France in 1974. Loved drawing, cars, and my cat, Nora. Then grew up, studied English, insisted on not going to art school, and became a public school teacher. Moved to the US in 1995. Took myself seriously. Fell in love. Moved back to Europe in 2003, taught English and French in Brussels, Belgium. Moved back to the US in late 2004. Still teaching, and now attending the School of Visual Arts in NYC.
What happens when you can’t stop drawing? Sometimes you can’t even start, but stopping is not a possibility. What happens when the little girl you were, who locked herself in her room to draw for hours finally catches up with you? You open the door, you let her in and promise her you won’t let her down ever again.
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