Whenever I paint, I felt this uneasy feelings. It feels like I am forcing myself to do something that is not me. I can't give birth to art with painting, I just can't make it live. It is a very different feeling, it is like painting my life with the color gray. Painting is just not me.
I am confused between hopes and desires. What I want in life exactly? I couldn't answer it. I hate this part right here.
Dulu duniaku hilang warna, sekarang ia hilang arah.