Growth is limited by that necessity which is present in the least amount.
[My mother] was the one who encouraged me constantly and always reminded me that God gave me a talent and I have to use it. I should not keep it locked inside.
I got a job as the Visuals Art's Teacher at my Alma Mata, St. Mary's College. Then my interests shifted to animation. Ironically, it was one of my students who sparked this energy in me by introducing me to an animation program called FLASH. So I dabbled and played around with it.
A true artist is practically married to his or her art form so I just couldn't turn my back on it.
From as long as I can remember, I was always fond of drawing.
I was constantly drawing and colouring. I had an immense love for art and anything which involved art fascinated me.
I remember my friends at primary and secondary school admiring my work and even paying me money for some of my pieces.
I love the smell of the universe in the morning.
He felt like a man who, chasing rainbows, has had one of them suddenly turn and bite him in the leg.
Reality isn't a vast, fixed scheme trapping you without choice. At any moment you have the choice to break out of what is really trapping you-your automatic reactions dredged up from the past.
While Leo fussed over his helm controls, Hazel and Frank relayed the story of the fish-centaurs and their training camp. 'Incredible,' Jason said. 'These are really good brownies. ' 'That's your only comment?' Piper demanded. He looked surprised. 'What? I heard the story. Fish-centaurs. Merpeople. Letter of intro to the Tiber River god. Got it. But these brownies--' 'I know,' Frank said, his mouth full. 'Try them with Ester's peach preserves. ' 'That,' Hazel said, 'is incredibly disgusting. ' 'Pass me the jar, man,' Jason said. Hazel and Piper exchanged a look of total exasperation. Boys.