I painted this study light called Switch Light at our living room. This is used by my Dad whenever he reads newspaper at night while watching T.V. I often imagine having a Switch Light on my bed side table so that I can read without having to open the main light. But I still manage without it.
I have been thinking a lot about how I can step up in terms of my dreams. But really all I could do right now is to keep creating and practicing my craft. Whenever my mind starts to drift away from the present I feel that I quite lost myself in the process. It’s not like to me to go looking at other people’s progress and then desperately trying to do the same thing they do. That’s not even the meaning of success that I know of in my heart.
We are all designed to do something important in this world. Small thing. Big thing. It doesn’t matter to God. What matters is the intention. The heart. The love that goes with what we do.
I believe that there is always a light at the end of a tunnel. God will reveal to me slowly what He wants me to share in this world.
Today was a very random day of painting.
I created a paper cutting design in the past few days and decided to just use it today as a stencil for painting.
Not knowing what to do next I created prints from the top circle of a tissue roll cardboard which are now hidden in random tears of magazine pages that are colored and doodled with watercolor paint.
After bathing into the moment,
I realize that I am too absorbed into my own creation.
Not knowing the time and that the sun has been peeking already after a thunderous rain.
I look at my hands splattered with paint and Mod Podge.
The stickiness and dirt coil on my forefinger that is burning with a minor cut.
I am happy with the ways I have been spending my freedom days.
My class has been postponed yet again to a later date. I’m not furious (even if I can be).
Even if I have not been creating some masterpiece or important work that can help others,
I have started something for myself.
A simple thing. A simple gesture.
To simply create.
To simply paint.
To simply learn.
To simply be thankful for this life.
And slowly I believe that I can change the world.
Slowly I believe I can make a difference.
Slowly I believe that my purpose in life will be fulfilled.
I bring a small sketchbook with me everywhere I go.
Whenever I had the opportunity to sketch, I sketch.
I use a Pen.
And as you can see there are crooked lines and the stem is out of the bottle.
The bottle itself is out of shape too.
There’s no way I can erase those mistakes.
And it’s perfectly okay.
I use a water brush and the water oozes too much onto the paper. With paint too.
It is a mess and I’m thankful I got some tissues.
The paper is not watercolor paper.
Therefore there were marks beneath the page.