I think I am the black sheep of my family.

It is no wonder that I was constantly left at home and forgotten to be picked up from kindergarten.

When I was left alone, nobody was around, even the teacher had gone, and only the janitor was left to mop the floor.

I would start drawing on the wall or blackboard. My imagination was free to run wild, making crazy associations and I just enjoyed the fun of thinking random and often ridiculous thoughts.

Not quite sure if doing this could help me forget the loneliness or escape from my misery or if it just distracts me so I would not want to run away. 

After all these years, as an adult, I continue travelling inside my imagination and inner world.

Now, all of this is projected in my works, creating alternate dimensions between this and an alluring point of view.

I am always on the lookout for alternative realities inside my own world.

That girl who walked home alone with a light shining behind her? She has found infinite fun and beauty in anything, any little thing.  

Thank you mother, I am a very happy black sheep.

P.S. Also thanks to the janitor, one time, she could not wait any longer and brought me home herself. Sorry for keeping you waiting.