I’ve always been passionate about art. All sorts of art. Since I first saw that humans could create things, I fell in love with the only thing I could ever fall in love with: Art. This magical thing we all call ‘art’ is my only reason for living.

I remember when I was a kid, my teacher told me that I could never pass middle school, and now that I think about it, I realize that maybe I shouldn’t have passed it. After middle school, there was high school—and it was the most horrible thing I encountered in my short life.

In the past two years I have been sorely lacking in time, frustrated in my creations. Too much homework. Too much pain. Too many projects I launched without having enough time. Not enough time. Not enough time… When I repeat this in my head, I notice that it always was a fear. Not having enough time…

Some people often tell me this: Are you really interested in art? Because every time we suggest you go to museums, read magazines, take a look at what today’s art looks like, you’re telling us that you’re not interested. And I tell them that I’m not interested in this kind of art, generally the most famous type—seen and reviewed.

I want to explore art. I want to discover and even create my own sorts of art. I want to show to the world that art isn’t just painting or piano covers. I want to create something different. Something new in this old world.