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Art has always been a place of solace either when I experienced the most
overwhelming moments or, it was a portal to kill time. As I grew older,
I realised that I had become just a passive observer of art instead of a
person who created it.

I started to hate my art that I used to do as therapy just because it didn’t
look appealing like the others. My mind kept screaming that I was failing
at it and I would only keep failing. My canvas remained blank as my mind
spiralled down the path of self-criticisms and insecurities.

Like a miracle, I started to find my way back to my safe haven because
I missed how it felt. I missed the enthusiasm I felt while sketching and
painting like a small kid. In the end all that mattered was that I painted
something instead of nothing and just like that I found my joy in the
chaotic and imperfect sketches I made and embraced this chaos that was
within me. This is my Ramé.

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