It was years after I quit doodling and sketching in my note books and on my homework. My teachers found it unorthodox and my parents found it to be disrespectful to my teachers. I slowly shut down my creative side of mind and focus to try to squeeze as much out of my academic side as possible. I ignored all my instincts and forgot how much I loved to draw and to be creative. I guess that is why I loved poster projects so much because then I can manifest my creative skills.
Moving back to Taiwan and meeting my new art teacher seemed to be just the thing I needed for breaking open the wall I set up years ago, and finally revealing my creativity again. The art teacher unlike the one before acted as a guide instead of a slave driver. He didn't tell us exactly what to do but he guided us and gave advice set by set. Slowly I regained my interest in art and the creative track of life. I told my parents that I was going to be an art major. I wanted to express my self freely to escape a cage that I have built for myself. The teacher showed me the way through talking to me and giving me advice. When ever he sees me doing something wrong he would correct me and help me understand the reason behind the wrong and explain the right to me.
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