In my first school, I painted what I imagined it to be like under the ocean. My teachers were surprised to see my painting, and arranged for me to enter art competitions and encouraged me to keep painting. So, every year, I entered these competitions and put my surprised teachers into a pit of disappointment every time with my failure.
The painting I was doing was not meant to satisfy other people. But nevertheless I grew up wanting to go to Art University. Despite gaining entrance to the University, I was then rejected after they took into consideration my family situation and circumstances.