|My first painting|
For past don’t know how many years I fell in love with water color Art. Looking at them led me to the state of deep relaxation, introspection, self-awareness and feel like a beautiful connection; I just cannot move my eyes away from them. Soon I wanted to learn and believe the same, realizing the power of a paper, paintbrush and cup of water. I wasted two years finding a teacher. Nothing worked then one day thought of just giving it a self try. Learnt few tips online and here I am with my FIRST EVER PAINTING, started doing watercolors in my thirties. Yes, it’s true. I never knew I had that inside me. It’s been a week I am painting every day, it’s still a surprise to come into a whole room dedicated to the messes I make and to see my art table covered with paint boxes and brushes and know they’re mine.
I may be a self learner beginner in water coloring but I dream that someday I walk into my art studio early in the morning, before the sun has come up…all quiet, birds singing in the outside the window, and a blank piece of paper in front of me, to connect to the element of water, to the beautiful garden I see outside and to breathe awareness of what color, waiting for my brush and felt drawn to start with after I dropped the water onto the paper, and think about how this all came about.