I failed the art university exams.
Later, I fell into depression.
Both were the kind of failures you’d rather erase from your personal history.
But looking back, there was no other place I could have started.
If I had passed the exam, I would never have learned web design on my own.
If I hadn’t broken down, I would never have abandoned perfectionism.
And without abandoning perfectionism,
I would never have reached the thickness of paint that became my abstraction—
or the idea that would later grow into Super Dekoboko.
It wasn’t an intentional beginning.
The place that collapsed simply became the place I started from.
But in the way it collapsed, everything that followed was already nested there.
