Autobiographize, We all want to know everything about you Options

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Be your own Autobiograhy
One of the things that a lot of people aren't able to do (because they might think it's rude) is be able to express themselves and their achievements directly. It's an artists' nightmare, believe me. There are so many people out there who are reeking with talent, genius, brilliance, but are so unknown and devoid to the world that they aren't appreciated, if at all, noticed. So this is your chance: Say everything about yourself and don't hesitate. If you paint, if you are a genius, if you think your'e hot beyond belief, say it! There are barely any bounds here.

NO NEGATIVE COMMENTS
This is a vital thing: this is what restricts people from it. People are so afraid of making a fool of themselves, that they'd rather not say anything at all. So please, PLEASE, don't say anything that will hurt anyone else's feelings. We only want to know about you, and to say something hurtful is to deny them that feeling that you may hold so dear. So please, if you have something that you'd like to say to them bad, PM it to them, we don't need it here.

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Self-Portrait




Basics
Name: Jonathan H.M. Chan
Age: 14
Sex: Male
Single: Yes.

Biography
Many people find me as one of the most unorthodox persons they have ever met. At the age of fourteen, I have known to accomplish much of what someone has twice my age. I'm called many things: a painter, a writer, a designer, photographer, activist, liberal, monolith, a romantic, the list goes on and on. But if there were anything about that I'd like people to know about is to able to express themselves as people, as the geniuses they are, their artistry as themselves. The human mind is such a complex, beautiful thing; and every individual should have the ability to put the sensuality of it into full limelight. I want people to appreciate themselves, to enjoy their life, and life itself. To be what so many people can't be and to show it without hesitation. So as for me here it goes:

Art Life
Art is the biggest part of my entire life. Photography, for a while. I have been painting for more than half my life. Oil painting has always been a large prospect within my own sensuality. Art, I feel, is something that everyone should try to experience. Art is a means of expressing your thoughts, your emotions, feelings, ingenuities. People can appreciate you through your work. This is why I have stuck with it so long.

Work:

Such Great Heights


Sunshine On A Dark Day I


Sunshine On A Dark Day II


Pale Roads


A Point Of View


Rite Of Passage


Sunset On Okinawa

Writing
Writing also, I find, is a means of expressing yourself. Writing is unique in its sense as an art form, because it allows the appreciator to picture it in his/her own way. I am already currently in the process of writing a novel, a project that I've been working on for the last few months. Not yet published, but will be. Here's some writing of mine:

Today, I have discovered true happiness. 9:39 this evening. In Art Class. One of my long life obstructions is the fact that I am sometimes unable to express my emotion. To be unable to put feelings onto paper, onto canvas, into words, simply because the feeling is too great, and to attempt to is to do so in vain. The beauty of it. Oh, the beauty of it. Who would of known? To find pure, untainted, happiness in the eyes of a thing that I go on day to night and night to day? The sight so great, so awesome. A tune was playing, from the movie "The Sound of Music". A good friend of mine, singing, dancing to it. Another lazily laughing at her unorthodox sibling in a bliss of sweet breath. My very own sister too, absorbing the emotion in its raw, unfaltered form. My instructor, too absorbed in it. And a friend, oh, the friend. The one person I hold in the much most highest respect for, in a way that is so...so...unbelievable. It is not a romance. No, it couldn't. But the same level of feeling, in the sense of good. And to know all of this, to witness all of it. To know one thing that can make everything so in too much context and to so much sucked into itself. Absorbed, felt, to the deepest crevices of my heart, mind, and soul: that it will not last. This feeling, this great happiness this joy of monolithic proportions, of an infinite amount can, no --- will, be lost. Why? WHY? Why must it? To feel in such great amounts that so much has been given and then it must be taken, ripped from my body? To feel so much happiness, and because of it, fed to sorrow. Yes, today is the day where I found true happiness, and yet too found the deepest level of my sorrow. Learn this, and learn this well: YOUR LIFE, MY LIFE, EVERYONE'S, TAKE CONTROL, LIVE IT, TAKE CHANCES AND DO EVERYTHING YOU CAN TO GIVE YOURSELF THAT PARAMOUNT; BECAUSE YOU MUST, THIS IS YOUR ONLY SHOT.

Sincerely