My father was an artist who believed that art was art if it was classical. I gave up before I even started, because I didn't want to do it that way. I gave up, but I never stopped dreaming of being an artist. 

I didn't know that this is art if I say so until I went to Art Basel MB with a curator friend and saw that art was everything. My heart burst with joy, and I become young again. 

Years later, I realize that I have time to live up to my potential, because time slows down when I make art that I say is art.