Exhilarating and painful ways of finding myself
I don’t understand skills; don’t consider beauty.
My hand follows my heart.
Often I just feel the pain of expressing,
of living in the unlimited possibilities.
I am still on the road of discovery.
Since I was a child, I’ve always had a picture in mind of me painting, but I had never believed I had the talent to be an artist. I tried to sketch for a while when I was young, and people told me I was good, and that’s it. I’d never believed I could really create something original.
Then, for some reason, I started to paint, in my own way, in 2010. At first it was just for fun, but then I somehow started to find something deeper when I tried to paint. I dig deeper and deeper and I found that what I’m doing is not just drawing or painting. It’s become a way for me to find answers and to express myself.
A few month later after I started painting, I sold my first art work, and that was when people started to call me an “artist”. However, I don’t believe that you have to sell to be an artist. Being an artist simply means to expand yourself and to enjoy the process even it’s actually “painful” most of the time.
I have never learned how to paint. I have no background and I have no skill. I paint in my own way. I tell stories with my own colors. And that’s what matters the most to me.
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