At first I was very self-critical of the fact what it is so easy for me to be inspired to make a character out of someone else, but not myself. Does this mean I see them as so two dimensional? Am I so reckless with others' identities but careful with my own?
Perhaps, it is so easy for my to make interpretive paintings and design caricatures of people in my life, as I see all my friends in their most brilliant and interesting form.
As for myself, the best thing I can possibly do is see myself exactly the way I am; impartial and unsaturated, I will not assign colours to a personality that I know has become so dull no matter how vibrant it once was.
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