STAR SHORE EMPIRE by Rubiant

For as long as I can remember, I always had this passion for drawing ever since my childhood. Draw allowed me to escape this world of "big" I did not understand, to invent my own world, to exist. I never sought to attract attention on me or on my childish nicknames works; "Look," they said, "put him colored pencils in one hand and a white sheet in the other and no longer hear the day ...". The truth was elsewhere and that was fine with me. Yet one day, when I had just turned 6, I betrayed my voluntary mutism accepting a drawing contest. And, against all odds, the dreaded moment arrived, I drew attention to myself by winning this contest. Short joy, admiration around me, and a movie ticket to see Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs as the contest wore on this theme. First shock: seeing the film on the big screen, I realized that my intimate representation could take unexpected proportions. Time passed, I grew up and I had already spent a few batches of cheap crayons and dried up hundreds of markers, but oddly gouaches and watercolors others were not my friends. The only interest of these lay in random tasks that I let broadcast on Canson waterlogged, "why you do not make pretty pictures! "Who cares, what fascinated me was seeing the colors live. A few years later, when I just turned 15, I bind myself friendship have a college buddy. I realize very quickly that the boy is just as dreamy as me. He draws rather well indeed, so we share this passion with passion. But this encounter will cause my second shock: Star Wars; Finally the long awaited fairy tale, George Lucas had just succeeded thanks to two first sections of his fantastic account to bring me to lands previously unknown then but very exciting! where Perrault, Andersen and the Brothers Grimm others had previously failed. Now my designs would also be fantastic. Eighteen years ; I read lots of comics Franco Belgian, devoured the US comics, seen films that marked my imagination (Alien, Blade Runner, Indiana Jones and of course completed the first Star Wars trilogy), loved Jim Henson and his Mupet Show . All these references have reinforced my artistic choices, dreams, the imagination, the other world. 18 But it is also for me the end of a school cycle sawtooth, the door of my room being closed forever, the complex world of work which I was not prepared. The street opens his arms to me, I did not ask him. CAP advertising painter almost in pocket I discover the real "thin, so I was told! if only I could imagine! "Go get follow a path punctuated by odd jobs, just to eat, and a lot of artistic experiences; musician especially (for almost 10 years). Meanwhile during this period I will draw only on order (concert posters, album covers local groups ...). Musician is fun, exhilarating at times, but it is clear that this does not suit me: I quit. My truth is elsewhere. It is through a Sétois designer that I will sign a contract with two graphic editors, one in postcards and one for tee shirts. This activity bringing me little substantial income I decided to break my contract and take over cartoonist seriously. Quickly I became a freelance illustrator and works with an advertising agency. Until traditional illustrator, I discovered computers and its exponential possibilities. I work a lot but unfortunately the costs related to my work end up choking me and forced me here to put the key under the door. Whatever, I'm a good network, I continue to practice underwater and expanded my pictorial capabilities by creating demand murals. Two dividers and two children later and a lot of acrylic passed, I seem to have found some stability. Yet something is missing me, or rather someone, where is the child that I was? The answer to this question will come through the video. A chance meeting will open up great opportunities. In the space of two years of hard work I become simultaneously production designer, art director and production designer on various audio visual projects. My ideas proposed are varied but mostly come alive: I live in dream. I no longer doubt and I want more: to express myself, to impose myself. I feel ready to offer my world and this immeasurable desire drives me to write; words and ideas flow. My texts, my stories are like me, I am only expressing the years of repressed desires. They are too many blank pages filled with black ink are not enough to satiate this need to exist, to be me. I want to communicate the living that drives me. Facebook Hello: I open an account where I post all my creations of the moment; some "likes" and comments "onomatopiques" meaningless make me open a group dedicated to street art known artists but mostly unknown that I like, just to really share. I publish and continually surprises me to exchange genuine heartfelt comments with the one that will become my companion. "Painted!" She said. 3rd shock: she's right. Since I have to stop painting, I am what is termed digital painter, resorting to digigraphie to complete my work. So I started "an obstacle course" to make my work: Research exhibition venues, participation in competitions, publication of my work at various sites, contacts with galleries, foundations, have become parties of my daily . RUBIANT Contemporary Artist, "researcher Truth."