I finally managed to pick up the brush and do a painting in water colors. Since we have no snowfall here I thought of bringing some home. To be honest, I found art more calming than writing. It allowed my mind to wander while my hands worked. My painting place has probably got a lot to do with how I feel when I paint. I’ve placed a table (it’s actually a carrom board that’s I’ve covered first with a plastic sheet and then a cloth) beside the balcony. The French windows of the balcony allow me to see my potted plants, the visiting sparrows, the vast expanse of the sky and the birds gliding and soaring in the sky. Watching the sparrows hopping from one pot to another, pecking on the grains I’ve kept out for them and hearing them chirp is healing. Living in an apartment building, this space allows me to have a piece of the outdoors in my home.
Now here’s the painting I did. The act of creating something from nothing and holding it in your hands reinstates your faith that the world is a beautiful place despite how dark it may seem at times and that the mind is strong enough to rebuild even when you think it is not.
What kind of art do you indulge in? Where do you indulge in it? Do you have a specific place that brings out the best art in you? If you paint or create, why do you do it? Is it a hobby, a past-time or much more than that? Would love to know what art means to you.
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