Art has always been a pleasure of mine. Since I remember, I've loved to cover my body in different shades of paint and make something beautiful and unique out of art materials.
For a long time, about 2 years, I hadn't touched a canvas or painted anything. My skills were rusty, to say the least, and I no longer had enough free time to fully commit to art. It was only for my personal project that I brought out the canvases, took a trip to the art supply store and bought brushes and acrylics to paint some new things. I'd never painted at home before, not on a canvas at least. I only ever did that in school, way way back.
When I got home with my new supplies, I put some Bob Ross and some soft music and magic happened. It was so liberating, that the whole afternoon went by while I painted on that one canvas. By the time I was done, despite the pain on my back and the stains on my floor and body, I felt very accomplished and proud. I had made something entirely on my own, something that I thought I wasn't capable of without the right guidance of a teacher. With mediocre lighting and brushes, I still managed to make a painting that I look at in admiration.
The second time around, I decided to experiment with warmer colors, I was in a rush, so I painted faster, which not only affected my mood, but the results of the painting as a whole. It was after this that I realized that the best things in life come with patience, and they come one step at a time. The things that we take longest to accomplish will most likely look beautiful and contribute to our development, as all good things in life take time.
