I first started making art because of my older cousin. I would see them draw and make stuff, and I was so inspired to pick up a pencil and have a try at it. I wasn't very good at it then, and I got frustrated with how bad I was and dropped it completely. I left drawing on its own for ages. Later, one of my friends began to draw before me, and watching them re-ignited that old fascination. There was something about watching them that made me feel like I needed to give drawing another go. This time, however, I approached it more slowly and eventually found myself paying attention to improvement in my drawings. Now, I’m focusing on refining my skills step by step. I’ve started paying more attention to the details, like making my lines neater and controlling my strokes better. It’s a process, but each drawing teaches me something new. Art has become less about being perfect and more about enjoying the growth and progress along the way.