My history with the painting: a history of hate and love.

Natalia Babarovic.

Dear Class

I have a free post, and I like talk about my love: the painting.

Today is a great day for my! Is my reconciliation with the painting.

Ok, lest go.

When I was a teenager in the high school I took class of art after school whit my teacher of art because my friend Brenda wanted learn to paint, but she don’t went to class and I yes… I don’t understand for what, but, whit the time I loved the art and my teacher of art IS a great man, he is my friend and I love talk whit he when we are the time.

Well, in 3° I chose study arts, my love for paint was enormous, this was my obsession and my referents studied arts at the Universidad de Chile with the teacher Gonzalo Diaz. My goal was stay in the studio of Gonzalo Diaz like my referents.

I studied for the PSU and I passed the test, I going to Universidad de Chile and when I was in 2° year in the university I goes to interview with Gonzalo Diaz and I passed.

I painted, and painted, and painted… and sometime I HATED paint, y hated the oil, I hated the pictures, I hated everything world of painting and also I took textile class and I loved, I loved weave and everything about with the fiber art.

This last time I paint (I always paint) and today I stayed in my studio and I saw my picture… this are promise be a great picture.

I don’t wait for going to paint my picture; today my inspiration in this project is very big and I love the oil, the picture and everything about the painting.