Every now and then, I like to play with ink. It helps me overcome the perfectionist tendencies that often hold me back in art. I simply use a brush (or a pen) and ink, without sketching with pencil first, so I have to accept all the flaws as they are.
Yet, aside from photography, I’m not able to engage in any creative pursuit consistently. With photography, I feel less pressure – perhaps because I never intended to make a living from it. It has always accompanied me, through both good times and moments when life seems to fall apart. I will never stop feeling enthusiastic about photography. Whenever I feel overwhelmed, I find comfort in looking at a pile of collected images that awaken a cozy feeling in me and help me feel lighter instantly.
There is so much beauty to discover in this world. Through my eyes, through aesthetic images, I can experience immense joy. I feel deeply thankful for the way my inherent nature allows me to perceive and appreciate it.
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