when i'm drawing, i think it was the little me who come back to life and do all the drawings those i was forbidden to do when i was younger, since parents strictly against art in family.
i start drawing again when i was at college when i lived separately from parents. i feel so much alive, but still never feel so free to draw since i have to still study, and working...
maybe because i love art half heart-ly, that it is afraid to love me back ^^
im still finding the patch that was blocked because i was too afraid to disappoint peoples i loved.. which not really doing good for me. i am too afraid to bet it all on what i thought was the real me... long journey to go... i wish i can have another 24hours tomorrow to feed the curiosity of the little me. its never too late for art and love