On the Verge of Dream and Reality Painting

I guess I was given to be an artist with my birth. From my early years I knew that the world around us is unusual and magical. I saw fabulous dreams, angels and spirits, who gave me the answers to my various questions. When I was six month my mom went to buy some milk and left me alone no longer than 10 minutes. When she returned she saw a real masterpiece! I painted the wall with everything that could get: yellow baby porridge, extremely red juice and I didn't forget to use everything that I had in my diaper. And straight my mom saw this she claimed "She's gonna be an artist!". When I was nine we moved to Israel. And that changed my life completely. I felt different unusual land under my feet. I convinced that land of Israel could change everybody’s lives, so and I had passed through all these changes. After hard years in Belarus I moved to the country where government had been trying to support all spheres of art on all the levels. I have never been taught painting in art schools, only in my dreams. I didn't have any doubts which school should I go to. Obviously I tried to enter Israel School of Art. So, I needed to pass the interview with school principal and tell about myself, my past and my ambitions. I haven’t a clue why that story from my past came to my mind at that moment, but I started to tell to the principal about my pig ride in Belorussian village when I was a kid. At that time I didn't know anything about kosher law and of course, the interviewer was shocked, so I failed the interview and continued to learn painting in my dreams. Thanks to that pig I wasn't forced to work within the limits of traditional school of painting. It could become a real disaster for me as an artist! But how could I learn to mix the paints, chiaroscuro, create the composition? All those skills came to me in my dreams. I saw in my dreams different teachers who taught me painting. And step by step my dreams became brighter and the teachers came more often. Before the school I used to draw sketches and after the school I made them into the small pictures. And from this moment the combination between study in my dreams and my painting in reality was successful. There was a period when I couldn't find a certain combination of paints for my painting for a long time. And one night I dreamed that somebody was trying to wake me up. I could barely open my eyes and I saw tall thick man lead me to my workshop.