The need to make ends meet has taken center stage in my life ever since I became Joani's guardian. Upon her diagnosis, I was pressed to concentrate more effort to making money, just so that I can answer for her treatments, diabetes supplies, and other medical needs. What was once an already hectic schedule spent mostly at work became a maddening world of corporate demands left and right. Although I was fully practising my skills and training as a creative, my innate love for carefree expression was forced to take the backseat. I hardly had the time to paint or write freely as I used to.
While cleaning my little studio during those rare weekends that I'm home, I chanced upon this ink painting of mine dating three years back. Done during lunch breaks at the office, it was a mini-masterpiece of its own. As is my typical style, I had used an open eye as the central subject. At first glance, the whole composition had an unmistakable eerie atmosphere. I remember hearing people comment that it looked like the eye of someone or something from another dimension looking directly at you.
Nope, it's not the eye of some imaginary mythological creature that inspired me to paint this. Though done in my distinctive style, my love for painting open eyes or an open eye symbolizes the abstract nature underlying my creative prowess: the ability to see, understand, and portray ideas beyond physical appearances.
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