We had art classes in our Secondary school days, that was the 1st time I had proper watercolour lessons. We also did still-life drawings in pencils and colour pencils. Those were my favourite subjects, apart from home economics. Guess one could tell that I’m not exactly academically-inclined nor the brightest bulb around :p
Fast forward 17 years later, I find myself picking up the brush again–with a lot of difficulty. I must have been too caught up with everything else in life that I didn’t remember to make art a routine. As with everything else, you’d lose it if you don’t keep at it. And that was what happened to me, naturally.
I am getting it back, slowly, but some days I’d sit down at the table and I’d think, “Oh my god I CAN’T draw at all”. And it sends me into bouts of panic because I’d think I’ve lost it all again. I wonder if it happens to other people too? Sigh. If anyone’s going to ask me about the most difficult part of drawing/painting…I’d tell them that in my case, it’s always that darned first stroke.
Well, I kinda like what I see now, my trees are looking better :) And then when I compare them with the trees of the past…the past trees do look quite horrible, not to mention that the March’12 Tree was actually part of a card made for Sue *face-palm*.
Funny how I liked those trees back then, and how I don’t really like the way they look now. I’ll still keep them, of course. Good reminders on how far I came…and this time, I’m not going to lose track of what I like. Proceed, proceed, proceed.
Hello trees! I love you, you’re one of my favourite things in the world, you know. You look better now, let’s make you look even better next time.
Most of my friends might already know that I like dabbling in everything, and no surprise, I am also a master of none. Not that it bothers me on a tremendous level, really. There’s always this issue with time (or the lack of) when you attempt to pick up anything that requires skills…most of which I am not born with. That’s why I love routines; they keep me going and they’re also promises that if I keep at them and work hard enough, I will get there, someday.
I do wish though, that I had more time so that I could sign up for drawing or painting lessons. It’s something that I truly enjoy doing when Sundays are still and quiet. I know how time seems to fly by when we engage in activities we love…but it’s also strange how when I’m in my own world of solitude, time seems to stand still, and that kind of happiness can mean everything to me.
Watercolour on paper and canvas. Not good…but not terribly bad either. Maybe I should start signing my name on all my works no matter how they might look. After all, everything in life is a journey, no? And these are evidences of my footprints :)
Happiness in colours. I love Sundays when it’s like that.
Playing with my food before I eat them. Maybe I really am a cat in a human body. But then maybe not; real cats don’t fancy citrus much. I am fascinated with citrus slices. For now.
Took my camera out for a walk, perfect for days when I need some silence :)