Today for the first time in a long time, I painted. It was a very small painting that didn’t take long, but it felt amazing to paint again.
Before anything, as in photography or sketching, I was really into painting. The colors, the strokes, the imagination, the mess… Everything about painting is great. It was a part of me, I’m not sure why I stopped, maybe it was the issue of space and money.
Anyways, one of my favorite parts of painting is when you’re creating something for someone you care about. It’s like each stroke gives a piece of yourself and your love for that person to admire everytime they look at it. And when the painting comes out the way you wanted it, there’s such a feeling of joy, pride and satisfaction.
Art is a beautiful thing. Life without art wouldn’t be life.