When I was younger, I had ZERO self-esteem except that which I derived from my artwork. Art was my reason for living. I became obsessive and dysfunctional because of it. If someone insulted my artwork, it felt like a personal attack and it hurt especially because it was the one thing I had going for me. I was not really in a very good place back then. XC But, well, it pushed me on to be the best I could. Not saying I condone that method of progress but I think that is largely how I got to where I am today.



