Art Obsession Phase
You know those kids who start a new project with so much excitement, but after a while, they loose interest and leave things in a big mess?
I was one of those kids.
At one point in my life, when I was 11 or 12, I wanted to be an artist. So I figured I should prepare for my future career by practicing everyday. With unwavering dedication, I started off small by drawing my favorite cartoon characters...
umm, well yeah, THAT was boring... so then, I decided to sketch something a bit more complicated.
But that was not colorful enough... So I tried painting.
Yeah, um... One try was enough to convince me that my talent did NOT lie in painting... Besides, I was starting to get sick of paper anyway. I needed another medium to make my hidden talent flourishhhh! So, I tried embroidery. After multiple stabs of the needle in my finger, painstaking efforts of pushing the thread through that little, teeny, weeny, tiny hole in the needle (mind you, risking being blinded for life!) and learning a gazillion different types of stitches (ok, maybe like 3 different types of stitches), I finished it!
(In case you can't read what it says: "A painter paints pictures on canvas, But musicians paint their pictures on silence")
Oh My God! Don't even bother asking me how long that took to finish! Nah-uh, no way was I going to make a career out of this. I did NOT have enough patience.
And so, after leaving behind a mess of torn papers, dried up paints and a knot of threads, I gave up on my thought of a successful career in art and moved onto my next whim... Literature and Writing. ;-)
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I was one of those kids.
At one point in my life, when I was 11 or 12, I wanted to be an artist. So I figured I should prepare for my future career by practicing everyday. With unwavering dedication, I started off small by drawing my favorite cartoon characters...
umm, well yeah, THAT was boring... so then, I decided to sketch something a bit more complicated.
But that was not colorful enough... So I tried painting.
Yeah, um... One try was enough to convince me that my talent did NOT lie in painting... Besides, I was starting to get sick of paper anyway. I needed another medium to make my hidden talent flourishhhh! So, I tried embroidery. After multiple stabs of the needle in my finger, painstaking efforts of pushing the thread through that little, teeny, weeny, tiny hole in the needle (mind you, risking being blinded for life!) and learning a gazillion different types of stitches (ok, maybe like 3 different types of stitches), I finished it!
(In case you can't read what it says: "A painter paints pictures on canvas, But musicians paint their pictures on silence")Oh My God! Don't even bother asking me how long that took to finish! Nah-uh, no way was I going to make a career out of this. I did NOT have enough patience.
And so, after leaving behind a mess of torn papers, dried up paints and a knot of threads, I gave up on my thought of a successful career in art and moved onto my next whim... Literature and Writing. ;-)
