I was in 6th grade when I acknowledged my authentic passion for art, it was a self discovery. I remember one day I decided to draw a character from a famous anime: “WINX CLUB”. I took a sample to reproduce the drawing, I started examining her face, her hair, her eyes; then I settled my mind to the fact that it will be very easy to do it, so I started drawing.
For every photo you see on Instagram there are often 10 more like it in that person’s photo library. For every shot they took before finding “the one” they worked their angles and the lighting of the room to get it just right for the gram. Well, think of the editing process like that, except instead of it being your physical appearance as the subject it’s your memories and mind.
When I was in high school, there were times when I really struggled with some of my classes. I wasn’t doing as well as I did before and was stuck in a vicious cycle. It was a cycle of self doubt and questioning my own competency. As a kid, I had never struggled like this before and the pressure of knowing that I wasn’t as good as before (that’s what I believed) really broke me down.
Like the thousands and even the millions of individuals, I was one of those that showed up during opening weekend to see how the epic Marvel universe would fare after the devastating actions of Thanos. While so many cheered on the superheroes, desperately hoping that they would succeed in whatever plans they had to make things right, I couldn’t help myself and wondering, “Was Thanos right?”