the begining
I really don’t know how it happened.I have been cooking professionally since I was sixteen and really enjoyed the business.I think it is the artistic side of me that drew me into the culinary world and kept my there for sixteen years.Or perhaps I just like to eat.Whatever the case I decided three years ago to take a short break from cooking,only six months to a year at most,and try my hand at something else.I never thought I would find myself with a paintbrush in hand but three years later here I am.So much for a "short break"
It happened one day when I helped a friend of mine,who also happens to be a former chef turned painter, move a couch.The next thing I knew he offered me a job and since I was rather bored with the landscaping job I was doing at the time I accepted.The job was high end painting and faux finishing,niether of which I had any experience with.But after a while I slowly began to enjoy it although I miss the kitchen and plan to return one day.
