The life of a painter during the Renaissance

Hello my name is Francesco Spezzuoli and my life as an artist has been very short. It all started back when I was a very young boy growing up in the city of Florence, Italy in the sixteenth century. My father was a man who had great ambition for me to become a great artist, so I really did not have much of a choice. He was getting to old to take care of me anymore so he spent his last months finding an artist that would take me in as his apprentice. The artist was very well known, in Florence, to have some of the best apprentices in all of Italy, by the time they entered the profession.
When I went to the artist shop he asked me if I know anything about art. I said that I really did not know much, all I had done until that point was just draw for fun, but I as not very good at it. At his workshop he walked me around showing me what I would eventually be doing. The first thing that I did was clean up the shop everyday in the evening after all the work for the day had been...