I painted so much this week-end, and enjoyed every single bit of that experience! I dig the poetic, heartfelt ghazals, the hard-core, angst-filled hiphop or soothing ambient music that I play in the background. I especially like that first dip of a dry brush in water which I gently dab into a dallop of fresh, acrylic paint. The highlight, by far though, is swiping that first brush stroke of colour on a blank white canvas. It gives me hope for endless possibilities on my canvas and with life in general. It stirs up a flood of emotions within, some good, some bad, some neither. But I feel completely alive within. Or more alive than I already am. Does that make any sense? It's the only way I can describe it.
I'm going to do some gardening today. I've been missing it for a few years now. I very fondly remember gardening with my Dad growing up in a small town of Ontario. But that was decades ago; I became too much of a city girl once we moved to Montreal. I'm ready to delve my hands into the dirt again. I plan on buying the prettiest and brightest flowers out there. Anything but marigolds though! Every Indian family plants them in their gardens, including my own parents.
Will post pictures when I'm done!
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