I picked up the pen and paper, instead of toys and control pads wired to embark the world of Sega. On my hands it felt like satin from my mum’s needle and Thread packs. She never asked why I stared at superwoman designing a dress. But all I know at the age of 4, I started to draw compulsively, while watching manga’s dragon ball series. I always was the type of person that saw myself as a character from a film to Belgium, as Life started to happening whist holding my father’s Palms. Passing bridges asking questions to whys the park trees covers the sky with its leaves like that, calling ducks daffy; before I found out it was