matachu

I always liked to draw. My dad have a great talent for drawing, so I've always aspired to be like him, to have his vision. But I didn't have it, so I grew weary. I drew my simple sketches, that sometimes turned out good. but usually i was mediocre. Those drawings that turned out good gave me both strength and sorrow, because people complimented me, yet I knew it's nothing. I signed up for afternoon activity in year 8. My first painting was a blast, so I thought, but I didn't like it so much. the proportions were screwed. But the moment I came home, my brother, big brother, just wanted it. And I melted. Because my brother isn't very