Our story this week is about the life of Lu Possas, an tremendous artist who illustrated our e-book and will write monthly in our blog. Check the text in Luisa’s own words!
“I want to be a lamp.” That was the title of my “writing” about “what I want to be when I grow up” at the height of my four years old. “Writing” because it was the teacher who wrote, lucky, with an uninterrupted source of absurdities in their hands. My justification for this profession was because well, when all the lights went out, I could create my own light.
After that I went through more normal professions. The lamp was followed by an opera singer at the suggestion of my dear godfather, and painter, at the suggestion of my art teacher. That my dad said no, unless I wanted be hungry. At maturity of my six years old I had to face the reality of my existence and social condition and make a ‘sensible’ choice. Okay, I’ll be an architect. Architecture seemed socially acceptable cousin of painting, and there I went. Follow speaking “architecture” “architecture” to all questions asked since I was six up to my eighteens when I finally entered college.
I attended FAU (a renowned Architecture School in Brazil) with much love, but I had not so much love when I started internship. Everything that was pure creation in college, at work proved to be a technical bureaucracy just splashed creativity. I knew I was going to have to prove myself too, and in the long term being even able to create something of my own. And so, it wasn’t seem anymore as socially acceptable cousin of painting … maybe fifth degree, could be. I so decided that the design could be the missing link, a little less bureaucracy, a little more freedom. I loved my years in design, but always ended the day thinking that the client had chosen the less creative, innovative solution. I wanted to create myself, choose my ways.
After graduating and leaving the actual job, I was traveling and I decided to take a crash course in the summer. I already knew in which school I want to study (School of Visual Arts in NY), but not the course. I was obviously more inclined about doing courses related with design, but by reading the courses programs I really fell in love with illustration. Still slightly less bureaucracy, still a little more freedom. “Oh, just one summer after I come back to my area.” Because things always happen the way we planned … right? Not only I didn’t return to “my” area, neither came back to Brazil. Now, three years after this course, I’m still in NY after splicing in a master’s degree in illustration, ironically supported by the very same father who did not want me to die of hunger.
If I had to summarize this time of my life I think it would be more or less. Illustrator, designer and architect. Moving. Work in progress. And I don’t think I finished.
I’ve realized that if I get tired of the petty bureaucracy that still meeting in the illustration, the next step is painting. Like everything in life, “full circle”. Actually that’s not true. Full circle will be when I finally turn a lamp. Basically, I think that is exactly what I’ve been trying to do my whole life. Me and all who fall and rise, who got the door slammed in their face, who always run after what they want and are not afraid of starting over, finally, what happy people always try to do: Creating your own light “
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