...What can painting bring to you?!!
Imagine that this sentence was shouted so angry.
I like painting, but that was before I tore up my paintings several times. Whenever I perform well, especially if I can bring home a test paper with beautiful marks, my drawings seem can be regarded as a kind of art.
But when the situation is reversed, painting became as evil as a crime. What I remember most is the time I threw a full-size canvas off the bridge, with tears in my eyes.
On the bridge, I vowed I would never paint again. Although I would still paint later, I knew that some things would never be the same.