After living in Finland for 2 years, carrying canon eos everywhere I go, taking tons of photos, one day I decided to have a break in photography and that happened in lovely spring 2 years ago. By summer, I bumped into an illustrator blog named Ben Newman where it inspired me, the next day, after work, I went to get myself a sketchbook and pens. Immediately at home, I started to fill the sketchbook with patterns, lines, shapes and then it progressed into something else where I was pretty drawn with sketchy daily life objects; coffee cup, milk carton, shoes, breakfast and so on. As I was rediscovering the joy of drawing, my dad came into my mind, as I remembered him for helping out my school artworks and at the same time being very critical while proudly emphasized that he used to be an artist when he was a youth. But never in my life, have I seen him draw or paint and so I wanted to inspire me him again to pick up a pen or pencil to draw or brush to paint. I bought an A5 sketchbook, filled half of the book with daily sketches, then wrote a nice note on the first page, dear father...its your turn to fill the rest of the pages, attached a pencil and sent the sketchbook home. Since then, I have completed 4 sketchbooks.
A year later, when I happened to be out of job and decided to have a break from it, I knew exactly what I wanted to do, that was enrolling myself into an art course for the autumn at the kansalaisopisto which I did, painting and drawing among the retirees with a guidance from the art teacher whom is in her 50's. Once a week, I found myself profoundly engaged in the world of concentration for 2.5 hours, creating good work where the details and result were a surprise to me, my classmates as well as the art teacher. They complimented alot and talked about techniques that I used or had which most of the time, I didnt know what technique they were talking about as I knew nothing about techniques, I just do it. In there, I was only painting with aquarell/watercolour.
Back home, I had this feeling that I wanted to try to paint with acrylic on canvas again, after 3 years break of disappointments, only 2 canvas were painted and they were totally crap. Since then, I had the paint and canvas hidden somewhere in the box but now I had all the stuffs out and ready for another try while waiting for the right feeling but it didnt arrive soon. Until, one fine day, in a cold november, where I got my very first parking fine ticket that worth 60euros.
I came back home, feeling annoyed, thinking that now I need to paint and sell a painting that worth 60euros. Neil Gaiman said “Life is sometimes hard. Things go wrong, in life and in love and in business and in friendship and in health and in all other ways that life can go wrong. And when things get tough, this is what you should do. Make good art. I’m serious. Husband runs off with a politician — make good art. Leg crushed and then eaten by a mutated boa constrictor — make good art. IRS on your trail — make good art. Cat exploded — make good art. Someone on the Internet thinks what you’re doing is stupid or evil or it’s all been done before — make good art.” and I said, ''getting a parking fine ticket - make good art''and so, the next day, I sat down and spent my time to do my very first painting with acrylic after 3 years break, a simple painting of tree. It turned out to be surprisingly good. And so, I painted another one and another one.
And I got another parking fine ticket, I had to paint more. Though I didnt sell anything. By december, I was given an oil paint, canvas and 100e to buy art stuffs. A great gifts for pursuing my passion. It did helped a lot.
After a year, I was invited to hold an exhibition and continued to go for the painting class this autumn.
This page has reached 1 year :)