My inspiration, my passion, something that I always come back to – Art.
I love art the way I love chocolate.
No, not doing art, just observing it. Just observing from the minute details to the most obvious ones. The way you would take in a sunset and try to distinguish the smudging colors of yellow, red and orange. The way the round blood orange ball drowns into the vast sky, escorted by grey clouds. The rays, indescribably vivid, tying to touch everything in sight, spreading along the horizon, as if to grasp and hold on a bit longer.
Doesn’t that too, make sunset an art?
Observation plays a main role in art an being an artist. Moreover, it’s the practice that plays a main role to be an artist. To be a real artist.
And I have learned that the hard way.
I am still in learning. And will always be a student to this “nature”. I hardly practice. And now, when I need some of that practice, I have none. Or little, to be honest.
Well, that being said, I wish whatever hopes and wishes anyone has, they are not let down by the laziness of not practising. It too, is an art in itself.
Here, I tried to sketch/draw Benedict Cumberbatch’s version of Sherlock Holmes. It is one of my most Favorite serials (3 episodes per season and it has only 3 seasons! – the next season releases in 2016 -___- ).The only serial I have ever watched more than once.
What is so incomplete about this? Oh right. The features of the face, the smudges, the sharpness- basically this I believe, would be considered as a colorful sketch.
Why I didn’t complete it is because well. I got carried away trying to perfect the muffler *frowns*. I started drawing from there, without any measurements for the face or the head or the hair. I saw a reference through google and I just drew. (He has a longer face and much more prettier than this excuse of sketch ahaha).
I was supposed to post this the day before yesterday but I got caught up with life and some rejections and my siblings birthday. Yes, siblings. They are not twins, born with a 9 year difference, yet, on the same day (28th Jan). And we celebrated it yesterday, with a DELICIOUS cake, and pizza, pasta and soup. I LOVE soup. My mom’s homemade chicken soup with corn is THE BEST. So that made me happy 😀
But then, I skipped my blogging day for the first time ever. (I am a proud “attending” nerd B| )
So skipping other irrelevant randomness which is not related to this post, I give you my second random daily prompt that fate had chosen for me –
Draw using Oil Pastels
My completely incomplete shenanigans. That is what I have thought to keep a page about. As I have mentioned before, I love art. I would draw out the world if I weren’t too conscious of messing it up. And whatever projects I have started from my initial art years (there was not much initial-ity actually; I just drew, my hands moved on their own), I have decided to have them uploaded here, instead of me forcing them to join their fellow comrades in the oblivion of the recycle bin or the materialistic trash can (the real bin, you know)
So for the first incomplete art piece, I present to you *curtain lifts, heart beat increases, goose bumps felt and of course drum roollll*
My idea of Venice (when I must have been 15/16 years old)
For this “project” I used a pencil, eraser, plain water colors, and no reference for a picture. I had (and still have) not much of a good eye for the shading and light effects, so all I did was use my imagination, of how, if ever, I visited Venice, I would find it at night (of course there would be more people, and colors, a moon and the buildings would be complete).