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starving artist. I just want to tell you about
my life story because I am looking for help
in my life journey. I haven’t had that many
people to turn too for help and this is kind
of my last hope in getting help from others. I
don’t want to come off as a beggar or
anything; I am just trying to be me. Well, it’s
hard to talk about my life but here it goes;
when I was little, like 3 or 4 my mom had
cancer and I was too young to understand
what that meant. After awhile I was
wondering why I didn’t see her that much
and it was because she was going back and
forth from hospitals and to our
grandmother’s house. When I came to
realize what this all meant it was too late.
She passed away before I ever got to know
who she was. Life was hard after that. My
dad still had one house and was still paying
it off, while raising three kids and dealing
with his wife pasting. I imagined it was the
hardest thing to go through as a human. My
grandmother helped him out with the bills
and stuff for a year or so but it wasn’t
enough. We ended up losing our house to the
bank. I still wonder to this day what kind of
government we have that would let this
happen. Take a man’s house, who is trying to
take care of his family. At this point my
grandmother took us in too her house and
we lived there. But as quick as the move
happened, it was time for me and my older
brother to start school. That was a little
hard to have so many changes in life but my
dad pushed us to go to school and stay, even
though we wanted to run away every second.
School was ruff for me but eventually I got
the hang of how school worked, what it
meant to go to school. Also I wanted to make
my dad proud by getting good grades and I
didn’t want him to be worried about me
because he had enough on his plate. I
started to notice I would draw in second
grade and that people actually took notice
that I was good, which made me feel happy
that I was known for something. Year after
year I ended up getting better and I started
drawing in note books in 10th grade that’s
when I knew I wanted to be an artist as my
career in life. Then in 11th grade my art
teacher really began to notice my talent
and enjoyed how I could make characters
and the way I used my color. She asked me to
do a mural for the school on three walls
and I accepted it. I started painting after I
drew a few things. I began to get complaints
and compliments about my art. One teacher
said I was on drugs and I was drawing
demons and evils things. Once I drew a
Rasta, I was accused of smoking marijuana
and promoting it. At the time I never had
used drugs but he made it such a big deal
that he wanted to paint white over my art.
He complained to my principal and she told
me nothing would happen to my art. I
believed her and everyone else at that
school really enjoyed my art. I inspired to
be an artist and someone to represent that
spirit to create art. I wanted to inspire
others’ creative drive to become an artist
after seeing my art. I was doing that and
there was only one person who didn’t like it.
During my summer break of senior year, I
found out that the teacher was giving
permission to paint over all of my work and
all the other teachers fought for my art to
be there. The principle gave him the go-
ahead, so that all my art ended up going
down. I was so shocked and hurt that an “art
school” would take down art I decided I
could not go there anymore. I dropped out of
school and didn’t know what I wanted to do.
During this time in my life, I had lost my
house yet again when my grandmother died a
year before my senior year. She left the
house we lived in, divided between her seven
children and her kids wanted their money.
They didn’t care about where I, my brothers
and dad would live. We lost the house and
were given money. My brothers and I moved
out and my dad lived separately. I had bills
to pay and no money to pay them so I starting
working. After awhile, I still had a lot of
art finished and I wanted to start my own
website, to showcase my art. Today it is
known as stefanoromano.com , where for
the past year I have been putting new art up
and working a job to support my dad who
now lives with us. I feel like I am stuck in a
hole of life and I am trying so hard to make a
future for myself. I have lost a lot and
gained a lot. I am just asking in this letter to
let you get to know me and see if you could
help me out. I want to later on in life help
other people with my art and life and I need
a helping hand along the way. I am just
hoping you get this and actual read it and
write back to me. I need help for people to
hear my voice and thank you for listening. I
hope to hear from you soon…

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