Painting is becoming an issue.
The last time I did a painting was in 2003. I absolutely loved it then. I had no boundaries and no reservations as to what I could achieve. And now we fast forward to 2008 and I am scared.
I was artistic as a child. I would usually spend weekends painting with Mum and sometimes Dad. These painting sessions would last for hours and even though all of those paintings would get thrown away, (thanks to Mum, who is the most anal cleaner in this universe) I always felt excited to just paint whatever I wanted. Art was my favourite subject in Primary School and then into High School where I did my last painting.
At the time, I was suffering quote bad depression and my painting of Jonathon Davis from Korn had a very gloomy outcome. Although I never saw it that way - I saw it as someone I could relate to in that point in time. He seemed like someone who felt tortured and who was harbouring a deep hatred of himself.
I always saw painting as something fun and something that I became obsessive about very quickly. Even though I am eager to do it now, I am still hesitant. I hadn’t touched a blank canvas in years apart from yesterday when I went down to Jacksons and bought one. Now all I need is an idea and I am sure I will hit the ground running.
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