Get to realized it when my sister urges me to let her see my art work during high school. Almost every piece of work has Wings. Here are some that I can show…
Why are there so many Wings? Cant figure out how these pictures came into my mind. Maybe I am too desperate to have freedom. My dream during that time, as a 15yearsold kid, was to go France to study art. Being an artist was what I always wish for. Whenever teachers asked “what do you want to be when you grow up?” I always answered “an artist”. Well, I’m not an artist now, but –designer- is cool. The last piece of work was not done by me. That was from a long lost friend, Tony.
