I grew up in a small town in Vietnam. While things are slowly changing now, during my childhood my parents focus for my education was Math, Science and Literature. My obsession with Art was considered a passing phase that they hoped I would grow out of. As early as I can remember, I was easily occupied with some crayons and paper. Because of the pressures to excel in academic subjects, I did not have the opportunity to start drawing until I was 14 years old. In grade 10, I was offered a scholarship to an international boarding school in Hanoi. So, I packed my bags and went off to the big city. When I arrived at school, I met my classmates, who had come from all over the country and my teachers, who had come from all over the world. Little did I know that over the course of the next 3 years, these people would become my family.
In my new environment, everything was so different. The language of instruction was English, the culture and customs was new and exciting, so different from rural Vietnam. Most importantly (and shockingly), I was encouraged to explore my talents and pursue my own goals rather than those of my family and culture. Art was something that I would become immersed in and proud of. No one expected the phase to pass. I still had to achieve good results in my academic subjects and so for a while my art had to share my time with everything else that was going on. Fast forward to graduation, I was given a place at >university> to study >subject>. I could not believe that all my hard work was finally paying off and I would be able to spend my time doing what I love and improving my skills.
Paint is my ink, brushes are my words and a canvas is my paper. Art is my soul and here on this page, you will find my story.