The first time I used the watercolor is when I was 8 years old. My grandpa was an art teacher back then. He taught his students at his private class about arts, so that they would be able to pass the entrance exam of some universities of art. I listened to him teaching his students about those things. He often goes philosophical. Sometimes, he talked about the meaning of the colors. I was very interested in colors. So the first art I drew was the ocean-though I haven't gone to the beach. Now, after having found my old watercolor set, I can finally draw something with it.

I love the color blue. It's pretty chill, to be honest. I just saw that most things are blue if the sky is blue. Just like a girl said to me at the art club: "If it looks blue to you, then anything can be blue, whether it's an apple or a rabbit". Also, the color reminded me of my mom. She loves blue.