Adopt and give her a name.
Adopt and give her a name.
I said to myself, and it really is a great unfinished start of a new chapter in my plain white life where i can color it the way i want. This post is in continuation to my last post - Welcome to the world of colors
I waited, waited and waited, to my surprise i didn’t hear anything, blood was running smooth in veins and heart beats were normal and there was silence all over the place.
So, after my last effort of trying to calibrate my thoughts and brush strokes i took a little break and got on to a fresh new start.
A fresh new day and a fresh new start.
I started to look for an inspiration and what would be a better place than searching it through google, i ended up shortlisting few images that i really liked and hoped would not be hard to paint on canvas. My first attempt was to paint a very plain simple, yet very beautiful ship in the sea and i just glanced at the image i downloaded and, when i started my painting there was no looking back or cross referencing with that image at all, i went with the flow, in my own rhythm and the results was so much satisfactory.
I said to myself, a fresh new day, a fresh new start and what a reward. And this time i waited for my blood to run faster in veins to pump my heart and get me a super duper complement on this effort. I waited, waited and waited, to my surprise i didn’t hear anything, blood was running smooth in veins and heart beats were normal and there was silence all over the place. “What is this?, What’s happening?, Where are my best critics?”, i asked myself and after a while i realized that i wasn’t after painting a masterpiece this time, i wasn’t abusing my brushes, i had a very simple thought in my mind when i started my day … to paint and that’s what i did. After a little more thought there was another self realisation, self realisation of being humble, being honest and being human and when one tries to forget their roots, foundation or existence, the inner self comes out and warns and it also becomes one’s best friend/enemy/critic at the same time to bring one back to earth. (enough of gyaan :)
This effort gave me strength and boosted my confidence to try my hands on painting a little complex expression. So i spotted a picture of a bird in isolation almost dissolving in the background and challenged myself if i could capture this.
I tried, i gave everything i had in me and it took me a lot of time to finish this one. The final result made me realize that there was something missing, something wrong … in no time.
I said to myself, this second effort of the day turned out to be a good learning experience. I realized my mistakes after watching it for a while, i was not painting, i was not gentle in my approach, i was rubbing brush very hard on sheet, i just wanted to make it work and once again i was forgetting my goal and was being selfish and i laughed at myself. i was at least happy with one thing in this painting. Now i knew how to mix and blend colors.
I think i should not make this post any longer as i know now HOW TOs the basics, still a long long way to go but before i take your leave, i would like to share my last attempt with you all.
I had two images in my mind as a final composition for my today’s efforts and you can see them in the inset of following images.
and here is the final composition of the day
Please share your thoughts on these efforts, your few words will encourage a passionate beginner in the world of colors like me very much or write me if you want to hang this on your walls, will provide you with high-res print file. Thank you all for your patience and encouragements.
If you think that this attempt is good to go on your living room or bedroom walls, be my guest and make it yours, forever (download a larger size for print) :)
Confidence went down leaking through veins, Moral froze up on cheap (fine hair bristles) paint brush tagged as “FINE ARTS”, and canvas stared deep in my eyes with anger and frustration complaining about all the mess and said “WTF?, what happened to you big mouth?, is that what you call a masterpiece?, go to wikipedia or dictionary.com and get your facts right u a$h0le”.
This is my yet another attempt to get closer to my first love and hopefully will make an announcement real soon about our engagement :)
So, lately i got busy working or rather providing UX solutions under my science section and left my art category alone for a while and, in dark, on it’s own, and i felt it was about the time when i organize myself and save few hours on my calendar on daily basis for my sweet(he)art.
Here i am, dedicated the entire day in hope to get my canvas painted, with my blood running through my veins and stroked with some cheap (fine hair bristles) paint brush tagged as “FINE ARTS”, yes i said cheap. Well, sounds dramatic and overwhelming, i think i need to slow down and control my emotions here as there are people i have yet to respond back to on UX quotes ;p. Sorry guyz if you are reading this, i promise i will get back to you as soon as i am done with this article. So, i went over to youtube and started watching some great artists water painting beautiful landscapes, roses, birds, still life and i was amazed to see their skills and passion for the art and i thought “well, it looks easy and i can do it”. And as always i was wrong, but i did a smart thing before i bought all the necessary art stationery, i watched some basics of water painting which gave me some more confidence and lifted my spirit to paint a masterpiece in a day, yes masterpiece (what a looser i am).
I got up to buy some water colors, paint brushes, palette and i rushed into my nearest market. To my surprise there was only one shop which had some art stationery and i ended up buying stuff meant for children under age 12. I bought the stuff, stood there in the market for few minutes trying to calm myself down and cheered myself up with the thought that now i had something to experiment with, to play around with so what if the armors were meant for kids. In any case i was experimenting with water colors after a long long time, the times when i was a kid myself, so, let’s be a kid again.
I came back home, took one my heavy grained paper sheet i started sketching upon, sat myself down and voila, i was painting again and it was the moment of truth, truth about creating a masterpiece and here i present you with my first effort in world of watercolors.
I said to myself, and it really sucks. Confidence went down leaking through veins, Moral froze up on cheap (fine hair bristles) paint brush tagged as “FINE ARTS”, and canvas stared deep in my eyes with anger and frustration complaining about all the mess and said, “WTF?, what happened to you big mouth?, is that what you call a masterpiece?, go to wikipedia or dictionary.com and get your facts right u a$$h0le”.
That just kicked my dutt and hurt my ego and i replied, “wait you blank piece of $hit, i will do it again … ohh no wait, i will try it again.” and that was some self realisation of being dramatic, emotive, aggressive v/s clam, composed and being practical. Now i learned something new today, i learned that masterpieces were not built or painted in a day. So i took a break, gained my faith, boosted my moral and started yet another painting that just look like what one is underneath.
I said to myself, and it was the second attempt which literally turned me off. But this time confidence was catching up with blood running in veins, Moral was heating up on cheap (fine hair bristles) paint brush tagged as “FINE ARTS”, and canvas went deep down in my heart with hope and desire offering a compliment and suggesting to take a break, free up mind and just relax and said,”you are getting there, kiddo.”
That just lifted my spirit and made me waana do more. I took a break, this time a little longer, smoked a few cigarettes, and forgot about all the masterpiece $hit, i relaxed and retured to youtube to get my basics back to basic. So … i tried to be friends with water, color, brush and paper, and i think i tried sincerely this time.
After about spending 15-20 minutes of getting acquainted with flow, gradation, strokes i thought lets give it a try one more time. I turned off my new iMac, sat alone for a while, tried recapping the day through and picked up my cheap (fine hair bristles) paint brush tagged as “FINE ARTS” again. I went slow this time, gave enough room for every stoke to take it’s shape and went a little wild in my imagination where i made someone fly fishes as kites.
I said to myself, and it really is a great unfinished start of a new chapter in my plain white life where i can color it the way i want.
This is just unfinished today’s last attempt to get my basics back to basic and, stay tuned to hear what veins, moral and canvas has to say on this attempt.