For you guys that follow me and actually read my posts, you know I constantly “complain” about being very busy.

I finally graduate in May, which means one more semester of insane pressure of work /school schedule.

After looking at my facebook page, I realized that I produced total of 2 paintings between August and December. That’s so little! Of course, as always I enjoy my time off. Getting back to painting and letting myself be free feels strangely liberating. I say ‘strangely’ because every sigle time I am surprised at how amazing it feels and freeing to just throw paints on paper. There, I’m free of worries, stress, noises… it’s like being in a bubble where I am invincible and peace prevails.

I wonder if others feels the same when they paint.


Thoughts Are Always Welcome

I’ve been thinking… a lot… and positive things.

I always worried that people will judge my art in a certain way. I struggled with not being sure on whether I should make art to please my audince or not to care at all about anyone’s opinion because my art is my expression. I am still not sure what to do, but I am going to bed in peace tonight.

People are always going to judge you no matter what. That’s how brain works, it tries to save energy by finding shortcuts and jumping to conclusions. That’s our biology. We can try to reduce the judging factor, but it will always be there to some degree. Why build your own prison?

Today I felt free about sketching. It has never been easy to just sketch because I am an unhealthy perfectionist; I try to beat my own records.

Today I made a 5 minute sloppy sketch and it made me so happy. There was no pressure. I’m going to make art and succeed in this or something else.

Strangely, I feel great about future as well. I know I posses some great set of skills, and they are waiting to be put to use in a professional setting. Let’s make business.

And here is to Galliano. Despite everything he is being judged for, he is a great artist.


NOT a cherry blossom

Besides that I don’t even know what I paint sometimes, I finished this watercolor painting yesterday. It’s a first watercolor art piece that I actually put hours into. My mom helped me to figure out that those were not cherry blossoms, but orchids. Now I feel flower illiterate.

Original and prints will be up for sale soon.