A piece of paper is where I found my root from... a place where I can dream, imagine things, see everything clearly without my glasses, more importantly I found freedom... and peace...
My pencil, pilot drawing pen is like my oxygen mask... fresh air started to get into my lungs, adrenaline rush, poison in my body cell turn into gas evaporate out of my skins, strong heartbeats that makes every part of my body feel alive...
Sketching, drawing makes me remember who I really am, truly am... It's been quite awhile since I touch a pencil, a pen, doing sketches... I lost a bit of my skill... need more work on this...