My art is a reflection of my ambitions, but also a reflection of my inner mental state. I never draw for myself, I draw for other people, to make them happy. However, in this pandemic, it seems my art has hit a wall due to the lack of interactions I get from other people. My isolation has almost crippled me to the point where I almost avoid drawing or painting altogether, since anything that will eventually come out will be pain and fear and sadness. My art drives me, it defines who I am, but what am I without it? Everything I work towards must revolve around art, but facing rejection hurts too much.