More or less twenty years ago, I had big big dreams: I wanted to own a book store in a shape of a book that sold books penned by me with illustrations by me.
After a while, I decided I should focus on becoming an author and an illustrator because if my books are good, they will be available at many book stores.
Further down the track, after many constructive criticisms and not so flash grade in English at school, I believed that I’m no good at writing. ‘Author’ was crossed off from my dream job and I stuck with ‘illustrator’.
Even further down the track, I was surrounded by friends who aspired to be a teacher, forensic scientist, lawyer, food technologist and engineer. At that time, I was told by a family friend that drawing will only be my hobby. For the first time, I started to explore other career options.
In present time in 2013, after a high school certificate, a degree and 4 years or so of career in communications under my belt, I wonder – where did my inner child go?
Reignited creative expression during the time spent in a series of art workshops mulled with a quarter life crisis has recently made me realise that I value myself through my job.
Work is not everything.
My job does not define me.
A job does not fulfill every aspiration and skill and development that I hoped for.
Hence, born is this virtual space that I call my own, where my inner child once again rules unashamedly.
This is a space where my creativity prods, bursts, bleeds and fills.
This space is for me by me and hopefully for you from me. I hope you’ll enjoy and even like some of my pieces. I’d love to receive your thoughts if you can spare me some of your precious time.
Cheers to letting go,