All things, good and bad, reach a point where you can finally take a breath and look at what you have done for those who care about you and for yourselves. For me, this moment is now, since a very important period of five years as a graphic design student have ended.
My work can be found on my Behance page
When I finished highschool, I knew I wanted to be a comic artist. Most of my work at that time was sketches and paintings, and I was dedicated to discovering my own style and way through this procedure. When I look on some of the things I was drawing at that time, I think I was extremely confused, way more than I am now. Emotions were going through the roof and my head could hardly focus on anything. This explains why the figures I drew at the time were quite complex and violent, most of them black and white. Sometimes I used red as a color too, putting even more intensity on my work.
Like paintings, my ideas were unclear. I was one of the worst students you could find out there -which may explain why you are reading so little from me- but also one of those who wanted to know it all. So I tried to read and learn. This procedure took a long time to pay off.
I failed my exams to enter the School of Fine Arts in Athens. I also failed my school exams to enter any public school. I had my parents worried, my relatives suspicious of my abilities and myself unable to understand all of the above. That is how I became a graphic design student, in one of the private schools of the country. It was a choice I accepted, thinking that this place could become my link to people connected to the comicbook industry. I was not pleased with design itself. I showed that to my family in ways that make me feel disappointed to myself right now.
Starting, the confusion found its way out of my head, expressed onto the people I met. Silly things were said, silly things were done, although to give myself a little excuse, I also heard silly things all the time.
Friends came and friends disappeared. But I grew up, bit by bit. I experienced a lot of ugly situations and had my fair share of nasty fights. But I believe that through those times, I started changing my way. It is not that I changed as a person. Perhaps I improved on my weaknesses, at least some of them. It is that I found direction. I came to like what I do, what I make for a living. I came to love my studies because I see their real life implementations . I love reading too. I found many different names to read, from Milton Friedman to Niall Ferguson, from F. A. Hayek to David McCullough. I had the chance to learn of many new anime and manga. Who could have told me there are such lovely and spectacular stories like Mushishi and Revolutionary Girl Utena? Manga like Kare Kano and Gravitation? Amazing stuff and I am glad I can now truly enjoy them.
I was the most lucky for discovering my dear friend Foxy Lady. We are together for two years and hope to spend our third year happier and more united than ever. I will not write much here about her, because she knows how much she means to me. Just that I want more of us.
What I learned from life the past few years is that we cannot give up, or believe that things are set for good. There are always new surprises and new challenges waiting for us. There are people that are to come and stay or go. That is the beauty of life. Experience it the best and deepest you can.