I didn't choose art...

All my life I found myself picking up a pencil, a marker or a brush. As a child, there were many times I couldn't express myself through words, so I painted my feelings. It became my

place of comfort, my sanctuary. Fast forward to the present and I still paint. But now I try to show my art to the world. I'm almost convinced it was build into my DNA. It turns out I didn't choose art. Art chose me.


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