I’ve been in the nail art business for as long as I can remember.
In fact, I’m the kind of person who loves nail art as much as the next person.
But I’ve never been one for the standard nail art technique.
Instead, I’ve spent my entire life painting and sculpting.
And I’ve also spent a lot of time learning the art of nail art.
My father, who is a professional nail artist, was one of those people who was obsessed with nail art until he learned it from his father, a painter who used to paint in the mid-1960s.
He loved it.
My mother is a nail artist herself.
She also loved nail art from the time she was a child.
My family’s passion for nail art grew as they grew older.
We moved to Los Angeles in 1976.
We were the only siblings in a small apartment.
We’d always been together, but our home was an expensive one with three bedrooms and a small living room.
Our mother worked a few jobs, but my father was an artist and he always painted all of his art.
He painted on his own and it was his way of connecting with the community.
He’d make me work in his studio, paint on the walls and then come back and paint.
That’s how he was able to pay for his art supplies and paint on his walls and he also painted the walls of the house.
He didn’t have a lot to do with painting.
He didn’t want to paint because he had to work, but he was very proud of his work.
We used to take the family dog and he would be the one who came down to work.
So, he would paint the walls.
I would take my mother’s painting.
I remember being very excited when my mother would paint on my walls.
The last time she painted on my wall, I was nine years old.
She said, “I have a painting I want to make for my mother.”
So I had a painting of the Spider-Men and I took it to my mother.
She loved it and said, ‘I can’t wait to have a picture of you doing it.’
I never took my painting home with me.
She had it made for me and she was so happy.
I’d never painted my walls before and I’d painted a lot.
I loved it, but I didn’t know how to do it.
That was when my father showed me.
I knew that I needed to learn how to paint and he was the one that taught me.
So that was when I started to work with him.
I started painting on the outside of the wall.
The walls had a different texture to them.
I was going for a different feel.
When I started painting the walls, I had to paint a little bit in order to make them match up.
It was very important that they matched up.
If they weren’t in harmony, it would look like a nail.
It would look more like a pencil mark.
When you look at a pencil marker, you can see that it’s made up of layers of paint.
When a pencil is made up, the lines are parallel.
When it’s not, it’s uneven.
When the lines aren’t parallel, it looks like you’ve made a big mistake.
I wanted to match them up and get the perfect line.
That is why I used a little brush, a little nail and a lot nail.
My nails were a little too long and I couldn’t paint the lines.
But my dad told me to paint the entire wall.
He said, don’t worry about the paint.
Just paint it.
I had never painted anything on the wall before.
I thought, this is so cool.
I want the walls to match up and I want it to be perfect.
I’m so happy I started.
I was so proud to do what I wanted and paint the wall and I think it helped me learn to paint.
As a child, I used to go outside and paint for fun.
Now I’ve learned how to be a professional and work on my art.
I love painting.
My parents taught me how to brush, so I learned how paint works.
I have to paint on things to get the right effect, but that’s what I love to do.
My parents taught my brother and me to have different skills and different techniques.
They taught me the art.
My brother was a painter.
I used not to paint but I would paint when I went to the park or when I’d go to school or when my mom worked.
My mom was an illustrator and I was always drawn to drawing.
My dad painted everything, but his paintings were so detailed and so beautiful.
He had the best brush, the most experience in painting.
I wanted to make my own art because I wanted it to look like my dad’s.
So I painted the same wall as my dad and I would