RheaAngeline posted: " I have mentioned in my previous post that Jeff and I have been visiting galleries and exhibits in the past weeks. Being the salingpusa in all his events, I actually don't mind if he spends time talking to his colleagues in their art group since I enjoy s" Exhibit A
I have mentioned in my previous post that Jeff and I have been visiting galleries and exhibits in the past weeks. Being the salingpusa in all his events, I actually don't mind if he spends time talking to his colleagues in their art group since I enjoy some alone time looking at the art pieces they hanged on those walls.
I do not consider myself as an artist. In school, I find myself not good nor bad in it. I remember receiving high grades on some projects whenever I put time and effort on doing those tasks. I also remember crying late at night because I could not finish the Christmas parol which was due for submission the next day. I still remember how I broke down into tears and kicked all the materials while lying on the floor. It's still clear in my memory how my sisters and cousin laughed at my tantrums. To be fair, they rescued me eventually, while still making a joke on the attitude I displayed toward the project.
Growing up, I found that I have a talent in writing poems since it was acknowledged by my teacher and classmates. I enjoyed dancing. I knew I loved Math and Chemistry.
Today, I'm loving art. I love how artworks spark my curiosity about the artists. I love the idea that staring at their creations is like listening to their narratives and stories. While expression in the form of writing is still best for me, the creativity of these people on how they illustrated what they feel when their paint started to hit the surface of their canvas or how the images were shown based on what they were thinking the moment they hold their stylus pen makes my heart to desire and look for more.
I started to visualize emotions in every drawing. I started to envision situations in every photograph. I started to imagine what they were fighting for with every stroke of brush, with every pigment, and with every dye. I started to see beyond the canvas.
Finally last weekend, Jeff invited me to join him in creating some artwork. With just a simple idea on the outcome that I want, we set up the stage of an unknown, nerve-racking, yet exciting bonding session. Literally, tumitili ako while holding the palette knife. I could not stand the thought of "putting dirt" on a canvas. Then Jeff said, "Enjoyin mo lang," and so did I.
I did some paint-by-colors during the onset of pandemic, but it was my first time experiencing free-hand painting. In the process, I learned that it's not easy to get the tone and shade that I want. I shook my head each time a different hue comes out even to the very basic ones, like forgetting that combining blue and yellow will result to green. Nonetheless, it came out beautiful, to me, at least. It's not easy, especially in traditional painting that there is no "back" or "undo" button, but Jeff was right in saying that it is enjoyable.
Like in life, there are some aspects that are beyond what we can control. Like in life, we can choose different colors, we can choose what type of brush to use, or if we are going to use a brush or not, but the product may not be what we have imagined. Like in life, we might spill some unnecessary paint in the canvas, which we might think ruins the total artwork, but eventually, we will realize that imperfection is pleasing to the eye. As long as the artist decides that it is not yet over, a remedy can be done. Some smudge might not be covered nor corrected, but leaving it as is creates something beautiful. That's life.
No need to ask me if I want to try for another one. My answer will be, "When?"
And while we're at it, we've talked about Creative Rest and other types of rest in Episode 106 of Coffee Na Lang Dear podcast. Care to listen, especially if you feel stressed or burned-out.
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