If you do not come to painting, the painting will come to you.

It began with a misunderstanding on my cv. Under the heading passions hobbies included crossword I read DIY painting.
On reading it, the drh who received me for an interview said, "oh you paint! ! ! Just like our boss, and you use acrylic or oil? . Taken aback, I replied: "with oil, but long ago I stopped" In fact on my resume to match paint painting wallpaper.

Shortly after being hired, my way to the dining hall, I was attracted to the scoreboard or written information on colored paper said that the painting classes will resume on Friday afternoon (35 hours required). At that moment I felt a presence behind me, and I turned I saw that drh said: "I count on you for being Didier, and see a little what you do." And then I heard myself reply, "Naturally, I will spend Friday" and we were on Wednesday and I started thinking how I would pass this test. Friday came, classes were held in the refectory. I went there, and there came into the room, I saw several people with their equipment (easel painting) For my own part I had taken a coloring book.

I put them away and thus has little in the business, and being quite shy. After a while, someone addressed me and said: "If you come to painting classes, come to our table." What I did, and suddenly I saw a bearded man came as Santa Claus, was the teacher of painting, he presented himself, asked those present level in painting, and when my turn came, I asked him seen apart, and there I told him my story. He laughed and said: "Do not worry if you like painting, I'll help you" What it does now for almost 7 years.

is a wonderful man, always listening, a great gentleman to me. His name is Denis Vanthournout lives Tourcoing.
I owe him everything I know, and although now stop (cardiovascular disease) I go every Friday after lunch at my old company. I would like him to come find my style, but I know he must go in steps. But when you love painting as I love, I tell myself that I will succeed one day. To feel the paint brush tip and see its path on the canvas, for me there is nothing more beautiful.

When I think everything came from a misunderstanding, I still laugh, and the painting is a real therapy for me, I could not do without. The painting has become a drug for me, I consume without moderation ..