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There's always a first time

There is always first time for everything - may it be the first time you rode the heavy motorbike up that hill, or falling down and breaking a bone or two, or that rush you feel while stealing the first kiss from your loved one. I wish I could tell you about all these. Maybe after we - you and I - get well acquainted. For now, I want to talk about that first painting I tried - that first time I felt the tingling sensation somewhere inside my head, that first time I knew where I'd be.

I had done a lot of sketches and drawings and even paintings as a child. So, it's kind of uncanny how it took so long to answer my calling. Maybe everything has its moment. Sometimes you've got to wait it out. My waiting period was horrible if you must know. Four years of engineering studies, two years of slogging on construction site, these are definitely not what waiting-period should consist of. Well, lets not dwell deep into it though. But those hard moments drove me to the brink of desperation where breaking free became inevitable. These moments of desperation are sometimes very important.

My interest in painting gathered vigour when I saw one of my friends, a fellow engineer, working on beautiful oil paintings. Not that the first one I worked on was a masterpiece. It was a small poster of this amazing movie I watched last year, The Avengers.


I know what you're thinking - any kid can make it. And I don't blame you. At this point, even I feel the same way. This one I painted in January, and nine months down the lane I'm at a much better place. Sheer luck? Not at all. After this one painting, I relentlessly kept at it, painting after painting. It was only in the month of May that I stopped and took a break. But, by then I had done a lot of paintings - first small ones, and then gradually dwelling into larger.

It didn't teach me anything that I didn't know before though. But then we learn a lot of things, don't we? What matters is which lessons you find important enough to heed. Only when I worked head-on towards making a better painter out of myself did I realize that nothing comes easy. This one kiddish painting formed the roots to my salvation after all. I have understood that the skill to make art is a gift - a privilege. It's priceless!

Here are some of my relentless pursuit to grow as an artist.

 



~ RN

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