Often beautiful story always comes from a painful path, after two years of constant depression, disappointment & failure I came back home, I was depressed from whatever I have done in the past, it has been two years since I didn't touch my paintbrush, I was dying from inside until the one day I decided that every day I will create something, after the dinner, I picked my paint file and picked water from the brush and let it flow on the art paper, after that, I put some colors on it and enjoyed the flowing of color like this the first night I created worst & best painting of my journey which lead me to make the all other painting.
Another day I created a girl wearing elements of the earth as clothes, that was the thought experiment and it was quite good, like that every night I created one painting a day.
When I was making the paintings, I started living my life again, I started hoping again, and every moment when my paintbrush was sliding, my heart was sliding in the colors.
Eventually, I started playing with colors, when I was in 7th Grade we studied what freedom art is, and I realized art is freedom, art is not bounded Rules and Regulation, art is something which demands the freedom and which gives you freedom & Painting is the flow of colors.
I started Living in Painting
Life was tough at that time when I was getting hopeless comments from everybody, but after dinner, I was Living in Paintings, and that gave me hope, hope to live.
That is the story of "LIVING IN PAINTING"
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