One of my greatest frustrations in life is that I was not able to hone the artist in me. My dad was a passionate artist when he was younger; he used to paint and sketch very well. I'm not sure why he stopped though. Anyway, I think I got this whole thing from him. The thing is, I'm not very good with hand art. When I was second year high school, I discovered the magic that is Photoshop and self-taught myself. Until now, several years later, I still use the program whenever I feel an itch of creativity.
