My parents enrolled me in art class when I was 7 years old. I hated it. I hated my teacher, I hated the homework, and most of all, I hated creating art. Whether it was sketching or painting, I disliked it so much I begged my parents to stop the lessons. Eventually they let up and I never had to look at art again.
Up until the time I got to university, I never had to. But it took me one trip to the Louvre in Paris that I started looking at art again. I realized I loved it. Maybe because to me, this was what real art looked like. Not something I created, but something that has been around for hundreds of years. It was amazing. Ever since then, I’ve been studying different forms of art. Whether it’s paintings, sculptures, or even performance art – I’m all into it.