“We tell ourselves stories in order to live.”
-Joan Didion
Dear reader,
There are some moments that even art can’t get me out of my head. One of these moments is now, before my birthday. I am not saying I don’t like my birthdays, or this is exactly what I am saying. For me, this is time for reflection, or simply wondering what have I done with my life. I remember about the little girl who just have learned what the word “hobby” means or the confused young adult, wondering what love is and will God forgive her mistakes. Where are they now and why I still search for them, instead of the courage hidden in my heart now?
I always say that I love watercolours because they can be unpredictable, leading you into unknown direction like life itself. That flow of the washes soon takes shape and form and you can build your own reality where different nuances of blue intertwine and suddenly you feel that salty breeze. “The sea and the sky are vast expanses of blue, free of obstructions, pollution, noise, negativity. “ These watercolour washes can evoke memories, awake desires and maybe heal our souls.
Asked what is it art for, or why are you doing this, artists very often form an emotional answer, something that doesn’t make much sense. The truth is probably because we can’t really explain it verbally as it is not formed verbally. Recently I’ve been trying to answer myself to that question and I can’t and I am also scared that I don’t have much time to find the answer. But don’t worry my reader, I will continue searching.
Love,
Radost