A group of people who love music and the ocean have spent their days in the sea.
Magic bands are the people who travel in search of the magic and magic songs of the oceans.
They are a part of the people.
The ocean is a magical place.
The beauty of the ocean is breathtaking and the people, the ocean and the land together form one whole that has always been a part, always will be a part.
Magic is a way of life.
And for me, the magic is the ocean.
I grew up on a small island in the middle of the Pacific, where I had a father who lived on the ocean, a mother who lived off the ocean but who would drive to my grandmothers house on a regular basis.
My father was an artist, a sailor and he painted murals in the seas.
The murals I grew up with were in the sand, they were beautiful, they gave you an idea of what the sea was like.
My mother was a painter, she would take me to the beach to paint and to make sure I had the right canvas and tools.
So I used to work with my dad to paint.
We used to paint the ocean at the beach, just to make a picture of the waves, just for fun.
I used some paint brushes to paint watercolours in the water.
I also painted in the ocean for fun, to make fun of the world.
I would make the waves look big, like the waves at a beach.
I was always interested in life and I was always fascinated by the oceans, so I went to the water, and I started making drawings.
I would draw in the surf, in the waves and in the wind.
And I would paint the water in the same way.
I loved painting.
I loved the ocean as much as I loved the land.
But I would always try to be more involved with the land and with the people and I did it at the same time, when I was making the ocean murals, in front of the mother and my grandmother.
My mother used to say to me, “you are very talented.
You’re very talented, you’re so talented.”
My mother used that to say that I was not good enough.
But at the time, she was very protective.
She would tell me, when we were going out, to be very careful because I could become dangerous.
She said, “If you want to go out, you must go with a lot of friends, be with people you trust, be very polite, be in control.”
I was very, very young when I started painting.
I had no idea what I was doing.
I didn’t know what I wanted to be.
But the sea seemed to be a very natural thing, so when I finished my first murals and then my second one, I said to myself, I want to do more.
And that’s how I started.
I’m from an island in a very remote part of our country.
I grew in the Pacific Ocean, in a small village called Sichuan, on the island of Chuanxiang.
I have two brothers and two sisters.
I’m very, quite, a very young man.
I was the youngest of five children.
I worked for my mother as a school teacher for four years.
I never got a job, I didn�t want to get a job.
I always wanted to paint, to draw, to paint all the time.
I wanted a good job, but my mother didn�ts want me to get any work.
So my mother said, that’s not good.
You don�t get a good start in life, she said, and so she stopped me.
But I had this passion, and that’s when I decided to go back to my family, my home village.
My grandmothers family lived on an island called Bichai, on Chuanxi.
I came back there and they were my first family.
They were very rich and very powerful.
And they took me back to their home.
So I said, I’m going to my hometown and I’m just going to go to the local people, go to their villages, I�ll see if I can make some connections with them.
And so I was living in a village called Wangyong.
And Wangyongs people are very nice people, they have a very good quality of life, they are very peaceful, they don�s have any problems, they live a very simple life.
I went to Wangyoung and I lived there for four months, and when I came home, I was surprised to see that I had gotten a job and that I could work at the local textile factory.
I thought, “Oh my God, what has happened to my career?”
But I was very proud of myself and I said I’m coming back, I will go back home to Wangygang.