Since I was a child, art always represented an undefinable realm which signified unlimited creativity; hence the ultimate form of expressive liberation. It was a world of endless possibilities, forms, colors, sensations and sound; where reality met surrealism and imagination faded into actuality. Quite honestly, it served as an escape from the doldrums of personal life. For the past nine years, I grew increasingly reluctant towards sharing my artwork--not because I was afraid of what others thought, but because I placed too little faith in myself.
To celebrate life and break this barrier of inhibition, I suppose it makes sense to post some old artwork first. Sadly, I forgot these pieces existed. Each one was created during my early adolescence (ages 14-17). They've been collecting dust for five years now.