My lady in Green (Ch3)
Inspiration to my art!
An art needs to find its source, an artist needs something or someone to give him motivation, and she is my motivation. This inspiration is what fuells the energy of an artist. I have to say that she is one likely reason, that gave me this inspiration. It was during this time or during this phase of my life that I was slowly developing my soft skills with graphite pencils and charcoals to draw sketch. And every time I saw her ,I would try to draw her. Even when I did not want to draw her or think about her, my mind just was not thinking about anything else. I would try to draw someone else or just randomly try to practice my drawings, but each time, I would end up drawing her eyes or face. Her eyes were not the most beautiful, but it had a sense of purpose and determination in it. As an artist, my eyes can see more than just a human body. I could feel her soul and her personality through her eye. And, this was probably the reason that I was unable to ignore her or just forget about her. I had crushes before her, and not a single one of them were that dead serious, but she was somehow different. She felt like an integral part of my mind and soul. She was a nobody to me and did not even know me what it felt like I had known her for years.
Every time at school and sometimes even in the classroom wherever and wherever my eyes fell upon her, i felt an irresistible urge to see her and to try to capsure her image in the bottom of my heart and soul. Her mere presence gave me a reason not to stop and to continue to do my imagination. It was a connection with my mind and soul. Whatever my mind would think ,my heart would draw. It gave me...
An art needs to find its source, an artist needs something or someone to give him motivation, and she is my motivation. This inspiration is what fuells the energy of an artist. I have to say that she is one likely reason, that gave me this inspiration. It was during this time or during this phase of my life that I was slowly developing my soft skills with graphite pencils and charcoals to draw sketch. And every time I saw her ,I would try to draw her. Even when I did not want to draw her or think about her, my mind just was not thinking about anything else. I would try to draw someone else or just randomly try to practice my drawings, but each time, I would end up drawing her eyes or face. Her eyes were not the most beautiful, but it had a sense of purpose and determination in it. As an artist, my eyes can see more than just a human body. I could feel her soul and her personality through her eye. And, this was probably the reason that I was unable to ignore her or just forget about her. I had crushes before her, and not a single one of them were that dead serious, but she was somehow different. She felt like an integral part of my mind and soul. She was a nobody to me and did not even know me what it felt like I had known her for years.
Every time at school and sometimes even in the classroom wherever and wherever my eyes fell upon her, i felt an irresistible urge to see her and to try to capsure her image in the bottom of my heart and soul. Her mere presence gave me a reason not to stop and to continue to do my imagination. It was a connection with my mind and soul. Whatever my mind would think ,my heart would draw. It gave me...