I'm a nineteen year old who came straight from Busan, Korea.
At my first ceramic class in ninth grade, I was stunned by what I felt during my first project. My teacher, assigned us with a slab project. At first, I did not know what to do with the ignorant blob of clay. However, later in the process, I did not know what was happening outside the interaction between the clay and myself. This is how my love for art started.
I'm not a hard worker. I have to take a ten minute break every thirty minutes that I study. My mom and my brother always pushed me to be a hard worker but never made it. But not where they expected, I showed passion in art. When I work on my project, time flies by and I do not stop working. Despite the conservative Korean culture, my mom and my brother could not say anything to me but support.
I love the feeling of accomplishment when I finalize my work, and I love the fact that there is no limits to this field. It gives me what I want in life. Other people my not understand the ecstasy of creating art, but for me, I get the feeling of creating the world just the way I want it to be. This is what I do. I create my own world. And this is why I stay up all night working on my paintings, and continue working even though I get blisters on my hand working on the potter's wheel.