...that I always try to escape from my real life... Mainly, when I make drawings. But, this also happen when I am with my old friends. These are good times, but stays in my mind one thing: am I running away from my reality, or it's so good, that I cannot believe it?
(This post doesn't make any sense... but it's O.K.)
(Trying to write in English. I don't know if I am correct)