Art in process

The process of becoming a painter, a real artist is such an amazing experience. I thought, It would be faster and easier. I was born with a talent(or I would like to think so) but It was never nurture on me. When my parents asked what I would, I like to be, I said, I would love to be an artist and paint wonderful inspiring things. They were not so excited as myself, instead , they told me that artists usually are poor and that they wouldn't like to see me suffering.

They didn't believe on me on what I felt I was for many years, so I forgot my dream and tried to be many things, no wonder nothing really turned successful. I studied to be an English teacher, and I ended up teaching EFL to children in a private school. I loved teaching but deep on me, I always felt something was wrong. I felt this anger inside, and people felt it too, this bitterness that comes out every pore.

Years passed by, got married, had a baby, moved to the other side of the ocean where I can not teach. I started to paint again but at home I only got comments like, "It's a nice hobby", "you can keep doing this when you find a real job", "is it that too complicated for you?". After so much struggle, I found my muse and inspiration to start and continue.

I took me so long to realize that if you denied what you really are inside, you could never be happy.