©Copyright By @Mend_Han
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Do not copy my works.
I do not copy others, this book is purely made out of my imaginations. Any compliant about the story will be taken seriously. Message me if you have any problems about the plots or storyline, don't comment it down.
It started at the time when my uncle draw something for me.
It was the prettiest thing I have ever saw. I cherished it in my heart and even framed it. I loved that drawing.
I knew that at that time something clicked in me. I would always stare at the blank paper and just wonder if I could create such amazing shapes and lines just like my uncle did. It sparked my passion.
I draw hundreds of drawings, setting the drawing my uncle gave as a guide.
I thought I had fire in me, I thought that I was running the right path and I thought I was drawing art.
I boasted my skills, told everyone I mastered the creation of art and made things clear that I have a future in arts.
Until I saw many people's drawings.
I felt conscious.
I wasn't even a step closer to their level.
I'm a mere particle besides them.
All my life I thought I used my uncle's art as guide...
All along I was just trying to replicate it.
I wanted to overplace my uncle's art.
I wanted to use someone's art as mine.
It was shocking that I passed and graduated from an art school.
They probably pity me.
So here I am.
With no life.
No family to support me.
No proper job.
I never understand what art really was.
" You're the art, MY art "