I loved art. I began drawing as soon as I learned how to pick up a crayon and devoted myself to the topic ever since. I never won competitions, dealt with disapproval from family, and when I failed Art for my national exams, I broke.
Ironically, I was put into an industrial design diploma. Again, I never won any awards despite coming close, and never met the grades to be on the dean’s list. My lecturers said we were mediocre and won’t amount to much; so spite became my muse from that day on.