"My Biography" by Cristina Petrucci
I'm starting to get slightly bogged down with constantly writing and filling in forms at the moment. So, I decided to take a break from it and write a short biography... I will probably edit it later and use it when I redo my website!-). I found it quite therapeutic and fun to write.....
I drew my first masterpiece at the age of 2.
7 years on, I loved being naughty and blaming it on my little brother or cousins. Every Sunday at my grandparents’ house, someone would always end up crying....but it was never me!
For ages I escaped blame but then one day, my nan said to my dad: 'Cristina, she's no angel'...oops, I was only 9!
My convent school girl days, I'd rather not talk about.....
But at the age of 15, I dreamed of running away to be in the American Army. I wrote to them which started an influx of 'top secret' confidential letters from their office in Virginia. This awoke a great concern in my mother.
This dream was short lived and was swiftly followed by an ambition to be an actress.
... At 17 I realised I couldn't live without art and stormed into an A level Art lesson to declare this love.
At 22 and after A Distinction from Central Saint Martins and a First Class degree in Costume from the London College of Fashion, I fell out of love with art.
We were not on speaking on terms for a year, but after much relationship counselling we rediscovered each other and our love was stronger than ever. This was also the age I got my first pair of cowboy boots.
At 23 I was is artistic despair, but like an angel in the dark, I had the bright idea to do an MA in Illustration.
By 24 I had finished my MA and had fallen in love with the American boy who drew pictures just like me!
I loved him like I loved drawing....
At 24 and a half I was a Libertarian and making art about being broken hearted.
By 24 and three quarters I thought I had fallen in love for a third time. But it was just a case of mistaken identity!
At 25 I lost my Liberty
Here I am at 25 and one third, facing a quarter life crisis....
To be continued.....
I drew my first masterpiece at the age of 2.
7 years on, I loved being naughty and blaming it on my little brother or cousins. Every Sunday at my grandparents’ house, someone would always end up crying....but it was never me!
For ages I escaped blame but then one day, my nan said to my dad: 'Cristina, she's no angel'...oops, I was only 9!
My convent school girl days, I'd rather not talk about.....
But at the age of 15, I dreamed of running away to be in the American Army. I wrote to them which started an influx of 'top secret' confidential letters from their office in Virginia. This awoke a great concern in my mother.
This dream was short lived and was swiftly followed by an ambition to be an actress.
... At 17 I realised I couldn't live without art and stormed into an A level Art lesson to declare this love.
At 22 and after A Distinction from Central Saint Martins and a First Class degree in Costume from the London College of Fashion, I fell out of love with art.
We were not on speaking on terms for a year, but after much relationship counselling we rediscovered each other and our love was stronger than ever. This was also the age I got my first pair of cowboy boots.
At 23 I was is artistic despair, but like an angel in the dark, I had the bright idea to do an MA in Illustration.
By 24 I had finished my MA and had fallen in love with the American boy who drew pictures just like me!
I loved him like I loved drawing....
At 24 and a half I was a Libertarian and making art about being broken hearted.
By 24 and three quarters I thought I had fallen in love for a third time. But it was just a case of mistaken identity!
At 25 I lost my Liberty
Here I am at 25 and one third, facing a quarter life crisis....
To be continued.....
posted by Cristina Petrucci-Baker at
14:43
3 Comments:
I love the biog Cristina! Will be interesting to see your rendition of the next 25 years go. Take care Charlene x
Man, this is the abridged version....no doubt more drama is on it's way!-)
x
Ha ha, love it! Except I had to cut and paste it cause I couldn't read the little yellow italics!
Liberty should be flattered it plays such a large role. And hmm, I had no idea you were flirting with the US Army! Glad that one didn't go anywhere! :-D
Sarah xx
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