I've been into arts since I was little. I don't even remember the first time I held a brush or a pencil. What I do remember is drawing and painting horses. Over and over again. My vacation house's walls were covered with pictures of them.
Now, years later, I can't draw a normal-looking horse to save my life. Interesting, how our minds work.
Ever since I took interest in arts, people have always asked me the reason why. To be honest, I'm not entirely sure either but here's how I understand and explain it to myself.
Painting gives me a sense of control. I decide everything...which canvas, brushes and colours I use. Everything is up to me. I paint what I see, what I imagine. Funny thing about imagination...it's limitless and it doesn't know boundaries.
So, in addition to control it also makes me feel free.
In school I was taught about different artists throughout history. I remember not being really into painters like Klimt and Pollock. I couldn't appreciate them because they represented everything opposite of realism. For me, there was order in realism.
But in the past few years they've grown on me because I realized... There is order in chaos too.
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