For only almost 18 years being alive in this world, I must say that I've been through a lot in life, I've been through all kinds of things, from bitter things to the happiest. There are a lot of things that could make you happy, and there are things that could make you bitter, or even both. This applies to every single person out there.
I've always loved art. I love to draw. I've been drawing since I could first hold a pencil. It's the one thing that I truly love in this world; nothing could compare with my love towards the beauty of arts.
I haven't drawn in a while now. In fact, I seldomly draw ever since I entered high school. To be honest, this talent that was gifted upon on me, I started to doubt it. I could barely believe in myself that I could do it, that I could improve and be better than ever. I even started to feel like I hate drawing. Depression and bipolar feeling was taking over me. Like one of my friends said, it is the curse for the creative minds.
I went through a lot of hardship recently. I was becoming a wreck. I must say that 2012 started off really dreadful. Is this the kind of 'the end of the world' that the Mayans predicted? This phase had reached its climax and I felt like hope had died on me.
I had completely strayed and I had totally forgotten about that one important thing.
Today, I woke up feeling like trash. Or maybe even worse than that. As I was thinking of fading away, I decided to pick up my pencil, take out my sketchbook, put on some music and draw.
I have never felt happier in my life. I have realized that this is the one thing that truly could make me happy. The moment I decided to lift off that particular heavy burden I've carried for a long time, I could finally see myself and what I'm worth.
Love makes you happy. Love gives you hope. Love keeps you going in life. Only the truliest, purest love could be called love.
I am currently working on this piece. It's still not finished yet. Will post the final drawing later when I'm done. :)
To be honest, my skills aren't great enough because I rarely practise. Nevertheless, I would keep on trying and be the very best I could ever be. Fingers-crossed. :)
P.S. Who's the girl? ;)
I've always loved art. I love to draw. I've been drawing since I could first hold a pencil. It's the one thing that I truly love in this world; nothing could compare with my love towards the beauty of arts.
I haven't drawn in a while now. In fact, I seldomly draw ever since I entered high school. To be honest, this talent that was gifted upon on me, I started to doubt it. I could barely believe in myself that I could do it, that I could improve and be better than ever. I even started to feel like I hate drawing. Depression and bipolar feeling was taking over me. Like one of my friends said, it is the curse for the creative minds.
I went through a lot of hardship recently. I was becoming a wreck. I must say that 2012 started off really dreadful. Is this the kind of 'the end of the world' that the Mayans predicted? This phase had reached its climax and I felt like hope had died on me.
I had completely strayed and I had totally forgotten about that one important thing.
Today, I woke up feeling like trash. Or maybe even worse than that. As I was thinking of fading away, I decided to pick up my pencil, take out my sketchbook, put on some music and draw.
I have never felt happier in my life. I have realized that this is the one thing that truly could make me happy. The moment I decided to lift off that particular heavy burden I've carried for a long time, I could finally see myself and what I'm worth.
Love makes you happy. Love gives you hope. Love keeps you going in life. Only the truliest, purest love could be called love.
I am currently working on this piece. It's still not finished yet. Will post the final drawing later when I'm done. :)
To be honest, my skills aren't great enough because I rarely practise. Nevertheless, I would keep on trying and be the very best I could ever be. Fingers-crossed. :)
P.S. Who's the girl? ;)
