tokyo-sonata12

I don't actually know how I fell in love with art. My journey so far has been a roller coaster ride, one hell of a love-hate relationship. All I remember was admiring the artworks of upperclassmen when I was still a sophomore, thinking- "one day, I wish I could paint as well as they can." That was the moment I decided to throw myself into a world of frustration, incessant work and depression. The first art class I took was during my junior year of high school. I was so naive. I always thought the main purpose of art was to produce something beautiful, or anything full of technicality. That was why I strived to enhance my skills