Do people really want to listen to me?
If that’s true, why have I always felt invisible?
Who and what made me feel this way?
Now was the time to find the answers to these questions.
I understood that I needed to embark on a journey…
I took a deep breath.
Without further thought, I did a 180-degree turn. I was starting my journey without a destination or a timetable; I was travelling without a suitcase or a passport.
All that I had with me was a black sketchbook.
On the first page, I jotted down some guidelines.
In the center of the second page, I wrote:
