Long long ago..
My tryst with art started as careless scribbles in the last pages of my school notebook. My parents accidentally noticed them and signed me up to learn the basics. Years flew by, I continued scribbling oblivious of how these strokes were influencing me. Fast forward to 2007, my two best friends decided to give me a full set of oil colors and pastels for my birthday. And with that started my beautiful journey with oil paintings.
Falling in love..
It became apparent to me that art is as good as the artist's observation. The colors, the hues, the shadows, the highlights. Just taking note of life around, showed me the grandiose of daily life. My art slowly but steadily evolved as my tool to help me be in the moment.
As I kept at it and with time I could translate my moods and thoughts as colors and shapes. Each piece of my work became an expression of who I was, what I felt. I became hopelessly attached to them.
Zen doodle.. Zoodles
A line, a dot,
Meaningless in its own spot
Don't be quick to dismiss the tot
Because together they make a beautiful plot