Thank you for your nice works. But I truly wish things were as such.

I live a painful existence, that of being appreciated more by my peers and colleagues, than my own blood.

I can create the most amazing work of art, but it would never mean a thing to the ones who are supposed to love me the most.

And sometimes, I wonder why I still bother. But every creation brings me some measure of comfort and bliss, even if it's just temporary.