Art, for me, was a miracle itself;I wasn’t an artist for most of my life, nor did I have any vested interest in becoming an artist. One day I randomly chanced upon a tutorial on how to draw a hoodie on Instagram, and on a whim I decided to try it out. That one offhand bit of spontaneity in a time where I had been lulled into monotony changed my life in ways I could have never foreseen. For the first time in my life, I could create something and be unabashedly proud of it, a sort of challenge against the people who had told me I would never amount to anything. However, doing things because of other people’s opinions will never be a solid motivation, and after a massive depressive episode, I didn’t draw for 2 years. But another miracle came my way: my own passion. I was just terrible at quitting what I loved, and that became the greatest miracle I could ever dream to have. This piece represents my journey of miracles: my art and my inner child that is nurtured through it.