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post 5 : My future job.

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  I would like to have a muralist job where my artistic work is really valued, and it gets to many people, where they reflect, are moved, or cause them some sensation or questioning. That’s why I would love to be able to travel with my work to different countries, where I will nurture myself from those places and I can also deliver and leave a mark there, a memory.  Mona caron With regard to salary, of course I would like it to be well paid or payments to be on time, in this area there are always problems with this, because many people believe that it is cheap, or that we do it just for love, and if so, it is done with love, but we do not live of the air , is a job like any other where our physical and mental effort is , without listing the material requirements, such as tools and paints, also our time dedicated to learning and realization. In the university I study bachelor in visual arts and I specified in experimental painting and engraving, I am very interested in gr...

Post 4 : My bucket list

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    I don’t know how to start, because my wish list is very long: I would like to travel all over the world, meet new cultures, have new experiences and learnings, this yearning is difficult to achieve and expensive, but with effort some day I’ll make it. I would like to paint a mural on a large scale with mechanical cranes, like those found in the open-air museum in San Miguel, or Valparaiso, it is a dream that might be possible , a few years ago I wanted to be a muralist and I saw it very far, and I've got it , today   I do this, and I am very passionate, it is of the things that I love to do, , but on a small scale, the biggest wall that I painted with other companions, the wall is 10 meters high , is in Santiago, independencia. I would like to have a giant space where I would have a workshop, and I would divide it into sectors: one of tattoos, one of engravings, one of painting, one of dance with a huge mirror, this place I imagine in the open air surrounde...

post 3 : La belle verte, my favorite movie.

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  La belle verte o the free planet is my favorite movie,  directed by Coline Serreau, it  was filmed  in france, in 1996. This film is classified as art cinema, and it is the kind of film that I prefer the most.  Tell the history of Mila , the protagonist, she live in a litle planet called belle verte, in the year 6000, every year the habitants from this planet come together to argue about visits to others planets, so they makes the cuesstion: who will visit the earth planet, mila is the only one who offered to go, because her father visited earth, where he met Mila's mother. Mila arrived to francia, paris and she was very surprised for the cars, the pollution, and the habits of the earthlings, she understood that she cannot do anything without money, even eat, she call to the last earth visitor from her planet, who had hidden gold in notredam cathedral.the mila´s mission in earth is ''desconection'', shake people's consciences, others visiters from her belle ve...

Post 2: The best holidays i´ve ever

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  Hello everyone, the best holidays i´ve ever had was when I was seven years old, and we traveled with my brother and our parents, we went to the north, and   we were camping on a beach located a few kilometers from papudo called “los lilenes”. It was one of my first camping experiences that I remember, my parents always tell me that they took me to that place when I was less than a month old. and we slept in a tent they set up themselves in the back of the car. I remember the enthusiasm I had during the trip, and how much I was surprised when we got there, it was incredibly beautiful. first we had to cross a forest of giant trees and then reach the sea, it was a very lonely place and we had to walk to the next beach to find water, there were the gypsies, I loved their tents were very big and colorful, then together with my mother we played to imitate their tents by putting blankets between the trees and imagined that I was a nomad. Another of my fond memories in that pl...