I chose to be an artist because my hands could never stop to touch, manipulate, explore, doodle, fold, unfold, cap, uncap, click, push, flick, smudge. Because i've always seen the perspective points in corridors, houses, closets. Because when i'm touching someone i study the muscular and bone structure. Because it gets me excited to learn a new trick or to master a technique. Because i hate "finished" things. Because if i was good with words i would've been a writer.
...I guess i didn't chose to be an artist afterall.