| The Gallery No.21 |
| Thailand |
Witchukorn Kijbunchoo
thegallery_no.21 / fffernnn____
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Hello, my name is Fern, and I am 33 years old.
About five or six years ago, I went through a period of trying to understand who I was.
my career, my dreams, and what I wanted from each stage of my life. I often found myself looking too far ahead and asking, “What do I really want my life to look like?”
But what was the answer?
Sometimes, the more I searched, the more lost I felt. And who really knows where life will eventually lead us? I began to realize that the answer could not come from thinking and imagining alone. It had to come from actually doing something.
I have always loved traveling abroad. I love the weather, the architecture, and especially the nature in colder countries. Every year, I would save money so I could travel and experience those places again.
Then the COVID-19 pandemic happened, and everything went into lockdown. I could not go anywhere, and during that time, I felt deeply unmotivated and emotionally drained.
One day, I had an idea. If I could not go out and experience those places, maybe I could create something that would bring those feelings back to me.
I looked around my desk at home and noticed a box of oil pastels that I had bought a long time ago. I took them out, opened some photographs of nature from my previous trips, and started drawing from the images I had taken.
That was the beginning of my journey with drawing, and I have continued ever since.
Today, drawing is no longer only a way to replace the feeling of traveling or being close to nature. It has become something that helped me discover who I am.
At first, I drew because I felt that something in me needed to be filled. But over time, I found myself wanting to improve, wanting to stay with it, and wanting to draw every day.
While I draw, I feel as though I am slowly processing and making sense of different things in my life. I am someone whose mind often stays in the past or worries about a future that has not happened yet. This can make me feel anxious.
Drawing helps me focus. It brings me back to the present moment. It quiets my mind.
And sometimes, it gives me butterflies in my stomach. I imagine it is not so different from what it feels like to fall in love with something.
Now, I have a small hope that my art might one day communicate something to others and allow me to share my stories with people.
I think that would mean a great deal to me. |