I really want to try new things for this new year, and one of things I definitely want to master is sewing. It would be so fantastic to make my own clothes, but sewing is too intimidating right now. That monstrous sewing machine, all those fabric selections, it’s all unfamiliar territory, so I decided to take baby steps. I am a writer right now, but I decided to learn how to tell stories through pictures. I’m going to spend my free time painting out my imagination and blogging about my progress.
The very first step I took was buying some painting supplies: brushes, paint holder, and paint. There was so many variety in paints from water color to oil paints. I was told that oil paints are the worst because you have to buy a special substance to clean up the brush, so I settled with acrylic paints.
So far, I used the turquoise like watercolor just because I wanted to cover up the white spaces. I don’t know how you all feel, but I usually try to cover up white space. Even when I write, I hate leaving a page blank or even half blank because I feel the whiteness of the page piercing at me. It sounds crazy, but an empty white space feels like nothingness. White lacks an emotional connection.
Oddly enough, there was an artist, whose name escapes me, who released a blank canvas as a credible piece of artwork. It was said that the emptiness of his canvas leaves room for the viewer to imagine their own creation into the space. What B.S.! Then I thought to myself, may be this artist is so ingeniously devious that he was able to convince others that his lack of inspiration is the inspiration itself thus emphasizing the gullibility of his followers. I believe Socrates was referring to this artist when he argued that artists are wizards of deception.
Well, this is chapter one of my journey.