Mother visited me during the month of March 2012, among all the other things that we love doing together, it turned out that we also manage to paint and have fun while doing it. She taught me a couple of stokes (oil on canvas) and one of them was how to paint 'moving waters'... This is the first try
Although it still needs a lot of practice to reach a certain level of artistic acceptance.. I liked it because this one made me go back to the childhood where my mother would be teaching me a thing or two everyday. We giggled and cooed and spoke about how naughty I was. It was a bright summer afternoon spend well, together..
I look back and find various moments of life that makes it worth living.. nothing truly commendable, yet precious in its own rites. I really like this saying:We never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public.
Although it still needs a lot of practice to reach a certain level of artistic acceptance.. I liked it because this one made me go back to the childhood where my mother would be teaching me a thing or two everyday. We giggled and cooed and spoke about how naughty I was. It was a bright summer afternoon spend well, together..
I look back and find various moments of life that makes it worth living.. nothing truly commendable, yet precious in its own rites. I really like this saying:We never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public.
I didn't paint anything since she left and I gave myself enough reasons to believe that I didn't have enough time to raise the easel, although the truth remains that my mind still lacks a companion who would reflect the same level of positive rays when encountered with the folly of juvenile painting.
Among all the thing I wish to achieve, wish to start and wish to complete.. most important of them is my wish to excel in being contended, being happy with what I have and what I don't. It's the hardest task to be happy and it is very complicated to be simple.. may be I can learn these lessons from the moving waters.
Until next time...
