I started writing postcards and letters when I was in seventh grade. One of my best friends had moved to another town, and I missed her so much. Receiving a letter from her always felt magical—the texture of the envelope, the pattern of the stamp, the ink stains, and most importantly, her handwriting. Even without video calls like today, I could feel her emotions through every word, every little doodle she added to the margins.
In high school, I lived in a dorm deep in the mountains. Getting a store-bought birthday card required a long trip into town, and if it rained? Well, the bus might never come. So, on a humid afternoon, with thunderstorms rumbling in the distance, I dug through the dorm’s recycling bin for cardboard, grabbed some paper and my watercolour set, and started making my own cards.
What began as a simple gesture for friends unexpectedly turned into something more. Some boys at school started asking me to make cards for the girls they liked. That was the first time I realized—a small card can be more than just paper and ink. It can be a bridge, a way to connect two people, to express emotions that words alone might struggle to carry.
Looking back, every card I made held a piece of those moments—the laughter, the tears, the shared memories. It was never just about the artwork; it was about capturing something real, something that lasts beyond the moment of giving. And maybe, that’s what led me here—to keep creating, to keep connecting.
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