Describing my artistic journey so far, a simple word, "I'm looking up"
The road was bumpy, the road was not easy, the journey was colored with raise and fail.
It were begins with a love of art, until fears and pressure came haunting.
Almost giving up, burning everything that was loved, literally almost employed in a factory. Bind myself in suits and painful heels, trying to sell people the thing I found has no value. Becoming "ordinary"...
It was a hard decision, people said do this, do that. But fate somehow pulls me closer to art.
Now all I wanted is to look up, finding my way again into the dream that was buried under.
Tears, depression, joy, fullness, I will never give up,
I will climb up high and find my wonderland.