Her life was an old fashioned love song. It consisted of relationship between a girl and her canvas. The ideas shared between her and her paintbrush. And her trust in her pallet of colors, that never let her down. She was indeed a painter.
There is no such thing as balance, but more like a battle between negative and positive: there is only one right route to follow
Heritage: Turkish, Japanese, Hawaiin
My father taught me a very crucial thing when I was young. He told me to learn how to learn. I've realized over the years, that being self taught in every aspect of life drove me to unlock doors in my mind that have led me to be very successful so far. Passion is what so many fail to discover within themselves. Consumed by the system...the drive to generate income.. everyone seems to lose their true meaning. So I ask myself every morning how I may contribute to evolution...and I turn to my paintbrush and colors... take a breath... and fulfill the passion and the purpose.
Painting: The Passion
Love: The Drive
Music: The essence
DearJasmine, My time is a piece of wax feeding on the termites, and choking on a splinter