Tuesday, 10 March 2015

Lost and found

I'm here today to tell you a story. A story about a girl who was lost for quite a while and suddenly found herself again in a box of gouache paint one night. A girl who was doing lots of things she used to like, but could not find any inspiration and joy in them anymore, so all the things she made turned into just a mechanical process for her. She was struggling to find a purpose and happiness in her life and after some time she gave up in trying to identify them and decided to live her life without any. But that was like living in the dark, only the darkness is inside, not around you. You can't live your life in the dark, pretending that you are ok, because you are not. It would be a sad sad story if something wouldn't have happened. And that something was a TV show about artists. May be you think that it is stupid to be influenced by telly, but sometimes answers come from any most unexpected sources and we just need to accept them and let them change us. So that show surprisingly influenced her, and she went and bought a set of gouache colours and a few brushes without even clearly understanding why. She used to paint before, when she was a kid, but it seemed like something from the previous life and she never was really good at painting. All that thoughts made her slow herself down and leave the gouache untouched for a few days until yesterday when feeling lonely and unhappy she finally opened it and made a drawing, letting the brushes fly as they wanted and the colours mix as her soul felt they should. She switched the brain off she told her rational part to shut up and made another drawing. And felt better. The next morning she woke up, looked at her drawings and felt something growing inside. And that something was inspiration - a new light meaning that the time of living in the darkness is over. 

That girl is me.

And here is what I have been drawing.

1 comment:

  1. Ох, знаешь, оно и вправду приходит непонятно откуда. Год назад я почувствовала настойчивое желание порисовать и купила акварель, бумагу, кисти. Причём не экономила, купила нормальное. И столько радости.. рисовала три недели не останавливаясь, хотя никогда не умела вообще. Всё что вижу. Яблоки, груши, лампу на столе (из головы вообще не умею). И вот результатом уже год хожу в студию, обрасла скетчбуками.. И рисование настолько помогло мне пережить некоторые безрадостные моменты, когда не понимаешь, зачем и что. Я тебя очень понимаю. Рисуй, не останавливайся. То, что радует.