I can’t remember exactly when my love for art began. Perhaps it was never something I consciously chose.

As a child, I simply loved drawing. I would ask adults to draw something for me, then spend hours trying to recreate it. I taught myself through YouTube tutorials, drawing anime characters again and again.

Even when playing with Lego, I rarely followed the instructions. I preferred building things that existed only in my imagination. Back then, creativity wasn’t something I understood. It was simply something I enjoyed.

When the opportunity to study abroad came, I chose Communication Design instead of architecture or interior design, the fields I had previously considered.

I knew little about colour theory or visual communication, but I wanted to challenge myself.

It was a decision I never regretted.

Today, I no longer believe that art has to be beautiful to be valuable. What matters is the thought, emotion and intention behind it, and whether those ideas can reach someone else.

My perspective continues to evolve with every new experience. Perhaps that is why I have never grown tired of creating.

There is always something new to discover, something to question and something to become.