I can guess my predicted futures regarding my art – it looks bleak. After being rejected by a human agent, I returned to flogging my art online. The lukewarm reception didn’t last. The pen is mightier than the brush. The keyboard is mightier than then brush.
My effort in creating art, and my stubborn practice in making art enjoy personal initiation and coming into being. The art is made and set free. Some people see it and then the attention fades. I feel and saw nothing substantial can come out of it.