People
around me wonder why I cannot stop drawing. When I am in class I draw at the
end of the notebook, or at the corners of the page, or design someone’s name.
When I am alone I am more excited to draw and paint. When I am crowed by people
I observe them. When I am alone with nature I imagine...
Well,
the answer to why an artist is so dedicated is within the artist himself. An
artist has mixed emotions for every living and non living thing around himself
which drives him to perform the act of depiction of the life on a canvas. When
I am not drawing, I feel something is missing in me. I feel that I am not
myself. And this is what happens when I am not what I am.
The
blank paper lying in front of me is my soul and I get a feeling that I should
make it as handsome as possible. The paint
brush smiles at me and asks me to hold it in my hands and make a master
piece! The sketch pens winks at me
signalling me to animate something! My best friend, the black gel pen tickles me to draw something funky just to make
people around me to pop up with happiness! When I look at the colour pencils, whom I always try to
avoid, make a sad face, which melts my heart and I am super excited to draw
something deep and colourful! When think of the water colours, beautiful landscapes just run through my eyes,
letting in me the energy to put them on paper. Having the capacity to turn the
most colourful and bright thing in the world, into the pitch of black and
white, the shading pencils, stare at
me and wanting to spread the grey into this world in the best way possible
making it look more soothing, magnificent and elegant. The white pallet lying like a barren land without
any colours makes me feel pity on it; and I get an urge to splash some vibrant
colour on it.
The
dazzling nature orders me to put her on paper. The cartoons dance around me and
get into medium that I am holding so as to come to life. Every face I look at,
smiles, and requests me to make a copy of it. Every name, every word in this
world, pleads to me to be written in the most beautiful way.
Having
so many cravings in my mind, body, heart, and my hands wanting to grab a pencil,
can I stay leaving a bare canvas just blank???
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