Why I Picked Up The Paintbrush Again After 30 Years?
In life I learned it too fast to give wings to my dreams and painting made that happen for me.
“If you hear a voice within you say you cannot paint, then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced.”
― Vincent Willem van Gogh
When I was four years old I was an artist. I can recall how I drew the family of teddy bears enjoying the fantastic ride in the adventure park. That was the artwork that my ART Teacher never returned to me. She signed it and kept it with herself in showcasing the best collections of her students.
At that time I didn’t know what it did mean but today I know.
While dealing with different facets of life I almost forgot to paint. I gave up on this hobby as if it never existed for me. And it wasn’t a wise decision. To tell you something about me, I don’t come from a normal background of a normal family. I come from a Domestic Violence family where living every day in fear was a struggle.
I guess this was the time when I stopped caring about my interests and focused more on just letting it all go.
