Memories of the native Painting

I've been drawing for as long as I can remember. First with my mother's lipsticks, shadows, and then with paints. My mother believes that artists are born, because it was difficult not to notice my passion. Therefore, the issue of additional education was resolved at the age of 6-I was sent to an art school. After the end of the 9th grade, the idea of entering an art school also came by itself, but to say that it was consciously and covetably difficult, rather it was on a whim. To say that at that time I had some bright talent is difficult, but in the first years I was very carried away, I drew everywhere and everyone. I always had a pencil, a piece of charcoal, and some paper with me. All my acquaintances, unfamiliar and unfamiliar people who fell into my field of vision and agreed to pose were drawn. After the 2nd year, I moved to Irkutsk, in order to study at the painting department( before that, it was theater and decoration). But something went wrong and my interest disappeared. It only caught fire again after