I just realized something some day ago at some time while riding some jeepney on my way home somewhere.
I reminisced the days when I used to hate trying to draw realistically cause it never turned out the way I wanted it to look like.
As a teenager used to drawing nothing but manga and cartoons, it was a big hassle for me to learn realism and usually, I would give up half way.
I once swore to my friend that I will never be good at painting anything realistic.
When I got into a school of Fine Arts, I was extremely nervous. My image of the fine arts was mostly of painting realistic people, murals and stuff. My image was wrong obvi