I paint
Like most (I think, who knows? tell me) it began with a passion for drawing
Starting early, I remember ogling any blank sheet of paper, pens and pencils at the office supply store with my mom. An innocent, drooling heart pounding kind of passion. Its one of my 1st memories and my 1st love. On blank paper i would see where to start "lines should go here" or a shape or figure, like when you let your mind wonder while staring at the popcorn ceiling. No plan. Just do.
I attempted painting occasionally as an adult, but really getting into it and capable of grasping how it works about 4 years ago. I have a poor sense of time but I will always remember when I started painting. A time when life finally started to make sense again.
-Rydia Mun
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So, I was just reflecting how corny I was sounding, and reveling in it (internal duality), And then I was (long story short version: reflecting reflecting reflecting etc, that getting through a tough time and succeeding in an un-seemingly unrelated area are probably, actually, quite entirely related. Its like Life Reflexology. Yes your intestines are connected to your feet. I know you cant see it, but they are. (I still dont see it, but it is)
