For as long as I could remember, I was constantly drawn into art by an invisible fishing rod. While other girls my age were playing with dolls and dresses, I was busy building vending machines out of cardboard boxes and Legos. Even when alone, I would enjoy tweaking and messing around with my creations. 
I find absolute enjoyment and emotional comfort in building things out of ordinary objects, allowing me to get lost in my own world. Pursuing my passion for art allowed me to deal with my personal problems, which were rooted in academic and social pressures that confronted me at school.