I wasn't always an artist. I didn't touch a canvas until I was 47. I learned to draw for the first time at 48. I had always wanted to be creative, but I didn't no how. I didn't have any original idea. I could make beautiful crafts following someone's pattern, but never able to design my own.There was a fire in me with no outlet. I felt trapped in my own soul. Then one day, it dawned on me. I was raised to follow someone else's footstep. I always tried to fit into some label -a good mom, a sweet wife, a kind person...I didn't dare to be uniqe. I didn't dare to be ME.