I'm Bûbûche, a 24-year-old artist from France. I can't really remember a time in my life where I didn't doodle, scribble, or messed around with a pencil. From sketches in a random school notebook, video game fan arts, cathartic musings on paper, I would just draw wherever I could and whenever I had free time. I still do.
The many voices of "reason" who advised against art studies got to me, and I never pursued any art formation. I should have. After 3 years of English at university, I gave up my studies and started looking for small jobs. I now juggle with two at a time, so that I can buy art supplies and, obviously, eat. I'm not complaining. I know one day I'll be able to live from my illustrations, and I'm ready to work for it.
My thing is color. I can add layers of Prismacolor pencils onto paper for hours and never get bored. You can never have enough shade or light. Staying focused on something you're passionate about is truly almost therapeutic. To each their own emotional outlets, as they say. Wish me luck, I decided to live from my own.