I started to sit for hours at my desk and draw while listening to music. I got started when I felt inspired by some animated characters from a game I played online. They were these round, smooth looking trees with kawaii (a Japanese cartoon style) faces. So I was copying these shapes and drawing them with coloured pencils but something made me feel guilty. I thought I wasn’t being original.
A true artist is supposed to create from imagination, is what I thought. But copying other people’s work was a perfect starter point for me. It gave me the courage and the satisfaction to help me continue this behaviour and eventually progress more and more.
From simplified trees, I started drawing carton monsters, people and mushrooms. Lots of them! For some reason I loved drawing the shape of a mushroom and out little faces on them.
I was very excited to show my artwork to people. These were my first drawings that I’ve done. My father was very impressed and he even wanted to put me into art classes. My friends, however, not so much. They liked what I was doing but they asked me “Why do you draw so many mushrooms all the time?” They didn’t understand that I wasn’t doing it for them but for my own satisfaction. They asked me “What is the reason that you started to draw? You are not an artist”
Society tries to spoil you in every single way. It stops you from doing anything unless you have a qualification. That’s a good thing if you want to become a doctor. But they forgot that our nature has its own ways, its own desires. And my desire was to draw mushrooms with little faces on them.
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