I thought I couldn’t draw. I wasn’t very good at it in school. Perhaps I’m not much better now, and the difference is that I love myself more. I’m not so hard on myself. I allow myself not to be perfect. My drawings aren’t perfect. They are very simple and I guess a bit childish. I draw every day objects: a pink mug, a pretty skirt in a magazine, an orange table. Some of those things that I see and like.