Dopamine Painting

Most of my childhood memories are with me drawing. I drew on the walls, on the furniture, on the mirror, on the school books, on the asphalt, on wooden pieces, everywhere. Everybody called me “Silvia, the little painter” and that got into my head. I was thinking… “this is what I will always do; I will paint.” Years passed, “Silvia the little painter” grew, and watercolors, brushes were no longer my focus. I have not attended an art school of any sorts, as I wanted when I was little. I had other dreams, other plans that I “packed” and took to Bucharest. Here, I hit a wall, met another world, different from my native city, Galati, from where I had so enthusiastically left. I realized that having an office job, doing the same thing every day, or having a fixed schedule were not for me. The child in me began to wake up and begged me to do what I liked the most: paint. And I started again. It’s been 12 years since then. During this time, I painted walls and dozens of personalized paintings. From here, my story continues…