Painting...

14 January 2008

It's been a long time since I've painted. To be precise, it's been 4 years since I've lasted painted. That was also due to the Arts lessons that we were compelled to take in secondary school. I looked back at my past drawings and paintings. They certainly were not anything to be proud of. I asked my mom where she stashed away the rest of my "better" drawings but when she told me that was all there is to it, I thought, "What?! I can't believe I actually called these paintings 'nice' back then."

By now, most of my poster colours have already hardened and I have not touched my brushes or my palettes for the past 4 years.

I was contemplating this when suddenly, yesterday, I felt a strong urge to paint. After giving it some thought, I decided to pick up my brush once again. I moistened the solidified poster colours and applied them onto my palette. After allowing the tip of my brush to soak in the moistened paint, I allowed the brush to just gracefully twirl around the empty canvas that lay before me.

After working for a whole day, my knees and elbow were aching as I had lay on the floor throughout the whole process, but I was pleased with the outcome. Well, although I am not really good in it, I really enjoyed it a lot. Looking back, those Arts lessons weren't so bad after all, except for the theory part of course. Who knew that it took only one small reminiscence to get me painting again.

She stood at the edge
Of that towering cliff
She stared at the plains
Of barrenness and despair

She looked up the sky
Of the gloomy red sunset
She listened to empty sounds
Of blowing desert winds

She felt the gripping fear
Of never-ending darkness
She pondered the meaning
Of life doomed to misery

She wished to see light
Of perpetual splendor
She desired to hear sounds
Of eternal joy

She longed to feel the clasp
Of peace everlasting
She yearned to embrace hope
Of endless certainty

She looked up the sky
Of the gloomy red sunset
She thought she saw flashes
Of radiant glow

She listened to empty sounds
Of blowing desert winds
She thought she heard whispers
Of comforting bliss

She felt the gripping fear
Of darkness subsiding
She pondered the meaning
Of life renewed

She was in the clasp
Of peace everlasting
She was embracing hope
Of endless certainty

- Brian Chee