I'm waiting for the correct time to indulge in art again. Living in hectic world leaves me nothing but emptiness. I lost myself, what I was before, whizurl who loved painting and writing. I cannot picture life without art. at all. It just melted in my blood for such a long time, I forgot from when and which generation I inherited this passion. Without doubt, I love it so much, kinda hobby in my leisure time at first. If I take it for serious, I can open up a gallery one day.