4.pptx =)

Wasn't sure where to have this, just like it goes with many others, but opening one by one. Here's one, fellas.

P.S.

Thinking about browsing through all those files, it goes back to 2017 and everything around it but honestly, there wasn’t much during 2020–21 or the year before, apart from a few vacations. 2017-19 was the peak period. During those two to three months, the focus shifted more toward undergrad prep and, for the first time in years, actually working with Dad (cheppalante, just handling the calculator and sitting beside him with a paper and pencil while he explained everything was more than enough. Sample ae terrific ga undedi. Knowledge-wise, that was eight years ago). I remember the yellow chair and the dressing room being the main spot, so it feels like a continuation of that or more so compensation after mid-’21. Its more about picking up the plan of what had originally started during that period of bed rest. Ever since then, I've been on it, and getting pulled in all directions isyeah no...

But parallel to all that, there was the desire to do things for pals across the world! That was essentially the vibe of December ’21. Then, from the last week of January through May, it was mostly singing for two or three hours in the evening if the timing aligned, or one of those sudden shifts where the mind drifts elsewhere and the work follows easy.

And yes, I lost things…recordings of song covers, and digital notes tucked into a hard drive that failed after a sequence of human and systematic errors. I learned digital literacy through (re)discovery of music and data losses. The relatively small “me” from four years ago never vanished. Low-key, persistent, waiting. A painting sometimes takes one or two years longer than anticipated, and for me, that delay was way too long. Way younger than now, I could have stepped out, spoken out, shown myself. I did. I didn’t have a utopian positive picture of the world, the industry and the systems.

And for those of you who are spiraling, panicking, or overthinking..let me offer exactly 1.3% of how it went recently: I re-prepared ALL notes while lying on my bed, surrounded by a book and a laptop, working for people who have no idea I exist. Took breaks. Had to…after the health lesson. The standard: anyone at any point in time. That small scene alone explains the accountability I hold for my own mental health. It validates the psychological strength I have lived. If enduring the breakeven point feels unbearable, then soften your pace. If not, go ahead…cross it anyway. I did, cause it was a fleeting feeling.

Finally, here's all that I have to say about this young dream/painting/series(of expression).

Signing off...