I've always loved painting. During a spring break in high school, I visited Belgium for two weeks. I spent my time painting on the streets. People who passed by seemed happy with my work, even though I couldn't understand their language. I realized the power of art to bring people together.
In college, I had a dream. I wanted people all over the world to recognize me as a great artist. After graduating, I went to London to become famous.
In London, I lived and worked part-time in a guest house. I didn't have much money. No gallery accepted my paintings.
My street artist friends and I thought it was cool to look angry. They were expressing their anger at social injustice, and their anger was real. But I was from an ordinary family living an ordinary life. I wasn't angry at all.
I was in London for two years, but still I wasn't a famous artist. I decided I had to find a different way of expressing myself.