Despite good or bad situations that happened to life, my breath was still in and out regularly. Happiness and sadness, past and present, they passed from my heart through arms and finally the hands, as drawing on the canvas. The lining were drawn slowly and repeatedly with smooth movement into directions just like they are alive. My hand, eyes and consciousness were combined together at that moment, my mind was calm and in peaceful. Anxiety was replaced with concentration on my pen, and then I was delighted by the present moment. There were meditation, calmness and peace as if art was a therapy which healed and restored balance to my soul.