Esra Kellermans

When I first realized that a part of me is an artist, I was on an emotional rollercoaster, trying to find out where my place in this world was and who I am. I took an art class during my A levels, more because I had to than thinking it could be something I like. Boy was I wrong. In fact, I pretty quickly discovered my love for creating art and even went so far to consider studying it. But as always, fearing rejection by the universities due to lack of talent, made me choose a safer way and ignore this part of me for a very long time. Every now and then I would finish a painting, realizing how much I miss it but I never really let myself engage in the passion that was boiling in the deepest corner of my being.