My lesson for today.

I gave a lecture at the university this week. The same college I graduated in fine arts ten years ago. There I was, talking about comics to people studying architecture, fine arts and graphic design, and fashion and cinema. After the strangeness of being the teacher instead of the student was gone, I realized how much work I have done all these years, and how much I had to change and grow up since my college days.

Isn't it nice to see that you've actually learned something? And, better, that what you have done can teach others, and they can learn from you?

As I returned to the studio, I was, just as my brother, filled with ideas, with experiences we collected from all those eyes and from all those questions. And the smiles.

I love teaching and this feeling that we're telling our own stories and we're all learning what happens next as we go.