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take a deep breath and count to ten

It always amazes me how certain people have no shame at all. Not only will they claim your work as theirs, but upon confronting them about it, they will
a) blame it on "a friend who gave it to this person claiming he/she created it" (wait, what? then why are you saying you did it?)
b) have the nerve to say those drawings were copied from some reference book, even though most of them are scribbled directly from my morbid mind (what kind of book would offer references like this, anyway?), and some of them are parts of my own face or objects found around my room
c) call me immature, poorly raised and what not, because I did not accept the fact my own work was taken and presented as someone else's. Not even copied by the offender's own hand, which I would understand, since that would mean the said person is at least interested in gaining the skill herself.

Just because I don't write NELA DUNATO on every fucking piece of my work no matter how insignificant, someone jumps at the chance and yay, look what I'm drawing when I'm bored at school — right, electrical engineering is certainly what you're made of.

Steal this, bitches.

sketchbook page 37

EDIT June 2011

The same person who did the above (posted my drawings on her Facebook profile as her own) also did this masterpiece. I warned the book author and they used another cover in the end. Some people never learn, eh?

Drawing used to be the last thing on my mind

Some kids know it from the start.
I was never one of them.
At first, I didn't know one can do it for living.
Later, I met many kids who were so much better than me, I thought to myself there's no point in even trying.
I was the bright one when it came to math, physics, chemistry and one of the best in programming, so I decided to persuade a career in science.
By the end of high school, my mind was already set in stone — I had no idea I'd change it in less than a year.

I was never the most talented kid in class when it came to drawing. Apart from the regular art class, I never drew anything for myself. If I did, I was so unsatisfied with it that it ended up in the trash bin right away. For this reason I don't have any of my drawings from age 6 to 14 — if they were good, teachers took them and put them in their folders, from which they chose a few to exhibit in the school hall — my works were sometimes chosen, but even if they weren't, we never got them back. They ended up in a box in some closet, meaning nothing to anyone. Perhaps after all these years, they even threw them away. The only art I created at that time is lost, forever.

But thanks to my mom, I have a bunch of notebooks full of drawings I made when I was little. From the earliest abstract scribbles at age 2, to Mickey Mouse and other comic characters I was obsessed with at that time.
I don't like to go back in time, because the happiest days I ever had are happening now. But looking at my old drawing always makes me smile.

Nela, age 5

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