#HIDDEN ARTS

BEAUTY IN RED

“STRETCHES OF LINES CAN DEFINE AN IMAGINATION”

“MAKE THE MIND WANDER WHERE IT WANTS TO CAUSE IT NEEDS NO TICKETS”

ARTS I MADE:

While I was four years old, I saw my drawing teacher for the first time, walk up the stairs and into our hall. I was excited but scared too. I was an expert artist(in drawing a few stretches of lines at that age), so my parents called a teacher to teach me. I was too small, just a four year old girl and had little idea how to draw a perfect house or a spectacular valley. Ofcourse the teacher taught me, but he used to work hard all day and felt sleepy at our house.

It’s not that I could not learn from him, rather I would say I developed my interest in art from him. Slowly I got bored with the same huts and mountains and odd looking people and the terrible sandy lanes but the teacher would not teach me some more. My terrible interest grew towards terrible forms of art when I saw my friends( whom I thought were inferior to me) sweep their crazy brushes over the sheet that slowly took the form of a beautiful image. I wanted to do that too, but who would teach me? I began experimenting myself and slowly and gradually it grew better.

In class 6 I had to leave my drawing classes cause my parents thought it was less important to provide any time for hobbies which could be now diverted to studies.

But can anyone ever suppress love? My love for art grew even more. I remember hiding my painting so that my parent could not see them. I am presently in high school and am falling in love with art as the time passes.

These pictures you see here are all those I made for my school project yet got scolded for spending a lot of time in this(just 2 hours). Before painting these pictures I did not get a chance to touch my brushes for two long years, but the happiness I felt while my brushes moved and colours splashed over the pure white sheets is immeasurable.

Published by skylinerise

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