I put myself in a box.
My other-blaming voice shouts: Society puts me in a box.
* no. of persons + some "influential" people's thoughts =
But hey, no, I always have a choice. Knowledge is power, in a way that we can see things from different lights and break through the box. No one is making me do what I do, which I call fortunate.
everything seems to be a box, when i see them in a lens of boxes.
My parents' house where i currently live,
my laptop screen,
the kitchen island,
even the bean to bar chocolates that I am currently obsessed are in these really beautifully designed boxes.
I am on that journey to find my box and the boxes in it.
On the other hand, boxes might be limiting, but I still need a box to hold my true self. A box that holds and molds my identity.
the environment may enforce boxes. Race, gender, social status, values, and all the "should"s.
yet among distracting noises,
I forget to be who i am
I want to be firm with the pure human part of myself
Out of all the stuff i made in 2020, this one remains to be my favorite painting. It was the breaking out of the box idea that birthed this. But I began to lose that courage slowly.