drawing used to be something that i used to occupy myself while sitting in my aunt's store. now, it's something that is so intertwined with what i am that i can't even bear to think what i would be without it. a friend once told me that i must be tired of all the compliments i receive with regards to my art. i laughed and told her that i paint not because of or regardless of the compliments i receive. it's a bit of a cliche perhaps, but i'm my own exacting critic and once i exhibit my work i don't think of it as the best art out there. it just happens to be the best that i could do at the moment.
am no expert, and if someone ask my opinion about paintings, all i could say 'is i like this' or 'i dont like that' without the ability to provide further explanations. with the absence of the artist to explain his/her work, the only way i could look at a painting will be based on my limited viewpoint.
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