When I was very young, my mother wanted me to learn piano as a way to cultivate my artistic abilities. So I followed her advice and learned piano, and I studied for five years. But in reality, I always involuntarily pick up my paintbrush and create in various parts of my home, so much so that when I was very young, there were works I left on the white walls of my home. Later on, my mother also discovered this and after she asked me for my thoughts, I switched to studying painting. 'This was a very correct decision made by my mother,' I often thought to myself afterwards.