A Collage, I guess.
Does this have any meaning at all? To me, at least it reminds me of a vague memory in my childhood. I have always had interest in art, surrealism was such an intriguing concept that it contaminated all my art and my designs I did at the time.
But it never seemed to be things people would want to see, or appreciate at the very least my effort, and love that put into each small sketch. I almost got bullied out of making art by the other students, teachers and even my family treated me as a rebellious, disgusting act of the young innocent girl I was.
It was not feminine, not proper for me to draw those things.
Well, I'm not a girl anymore, so why should I bother?
And slowly I started only focusing on drawing things that made my art beautiful to others, and not to myself. Only for the past year I've been experimenting, trying out things that truly bring me joy. I still am afraid of judgment, but it's slowly fading away.
