Oh hello there Steemit folks

I am an artist by profession. Paint brushes are my best friend.
My name is Shilo. Hello there everyone.

I am a painter by profession. That's right. I paint for a living. I hail from the city of Bengaluru and if you're from this beautiful city in India, you might have seen a lot of my paintings in this city. Let's begin from the murals in metro stations. Rings a bell maybe?

This is how I pretty much look like. My favorite color is burgundy and here you can see me being a total bitch by wearing a low cut burgundy dress sitting alone in a bar counter holding a glass of chardonnay.

I live in Los Angeles currently, I came to this city looking for a big break in my painting career. I traveled alone leaving all my family behind, all my friends behind, leaving my soul behind. And boy did I make the right decision? let's find out.

I am an engineering dropout, I wanted to pursue art, but that didn't happen. I chose to paint on the walls instead.
Yes, that gives my bread too.
I was humiliated, I was spit on, I was told that I will never be successful in life, I was told I will never find a guy to get married to, I was considered as one of the useless human being ever lived. I was disowned by my family for have choosing an unconventional way of living.

On a flight while flying back to bengaluru after finishing a beautiful mural in Kochi, the air hostess asked me if I needed something to eat, and I realized I couldn't open my eyes because of the strain. I had painted for 19 hours straight. I landed in Bengaluru, got good sleep, went to the doctor the next day. The doctor said I've developed eye power and suggested me to get good sleep as I was sleep deprived. He suggested me to consume caffeine to hamper sleep. I chose cigarettes. Now I'm addicted to the latter.

I came to New York with no plan but with a job as a painter at a teeny tiny deli. I h ad no backup plan, no place to crash. Just a one way ticket and a medium sized backpack which contained my art supplies more than my belongings.

I slept in the cold with my backpack as a pillow. I woke up in the morning with my eyelashes covered with dew.
A hipster man felt my crotch up in a subway when I gazed at him with my cold eyes but didn't do anything to him.
I ate bacon all day and constipated at the end of the day sitting in a public toilet which had a stench of a carcass.

Alright, let me show you all some of my paintings

I lived homeless for more than a month and spent the nights at different places every night. The place Im gonna crash was undecided till the end of the day. There were some horrible experiences which I wanna share it to the world but I just wanna keep inside my heart and bury it there forever.
I believe Steemit is gonna be a great platform for me to share my homeless vagabond stories and to share some of my life experiences as an independent artist.

Let's do this and hey I make erotic paintings as well, will be posting some NSFW content as well so watch out.

That's my little honest introduction in brief. More art to come.