I hated a book. I’m not going to take names here so don’t ask. I dislike other books but I hated this one. And I am too connected to books (both as a book with a story written in them and also books as in a collection of page binded together.) And so I couldn’t let the book go. I couldn’t sell it for money which was so much less than it’s actual worth. The time and effort the author took to write it.
And so I decided to just use it. Creatively.
And I decided to make a journal out of it. It is an advantage that I can paint and journal in a bounded book. No need of buying another expensive journal.
So here’s the first thing I painted after I got this idea. Wish me luck!😉
You can track my progress with this journal on my Instagram account: @vrushalipathak
I don’t write poems
Rhyming words are tough to find
I try anyway
Maybe something luckily would cross my mind
Now do you have any tip
To let me learn
The art of poetry
That I don’t find to be that easy
“Just keep writing”
Is the one tip I hear
And that’s what I’ve been doing
From the past one year
But now when I look back
I’m not that bad
Because I wrote a whole poem
In rhyming words. How’s that?
I just started learning how to use oil paints. They were a bit difficult at first, just like life was. There is absolutely no handbook or guide to use paints and to live life. I read many articles online in a bid to figure out just what I was missing. I couldn’t find a single article or video to teach me everything, from the start. I guess it doesn’t happen that way. You have to figure out everything yourself. Just like living life.
I lost hope and stopped searching for the answers (at this point I don’t even know what I’m talking about, painting or life!) Then I had a savior. One person solved my problems. She painted the most beautiful oil paintings and helped me to just do it. And same goes with life. There is a person, who can be anyone from your relatives to your friend to your lover. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you find the way with them. It doesn’t necessarily have to be the ‘right’ way. Just the ‘right’ way for you. Either you’ll learn from lessons or gain something. And aren’t you gaining either way? And sometimes you wonder if they came in your life just to make you stronger or make you learn the lessons.
I almost started hating oil paints because I had to learn to apply two layers of paint. And the amount of drying time they took irritated me. I mean why couldn’t it take a little less time? But I forgot that oil paints were connected to our life. They are like the relationships we have. They are difficult and they require ‘time’. They require time to bloom, time to trust and time to really be.
And most of all I learnt that you have to let everything go. You can’t hold everything and expect to gain more. Just let it all go.
And I also learnt that both life and oil painting isn’t easy. You just have to practice and live it. No short cuts.
And I learnt how oil paints and life were similar.
“I think that the reason people hold onto memories so tight is because memories are the only things that don’t change when everybody else does.”
“Maybe we’ll meet again, when we’re slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now I’m chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”
“We all carry these things inside that no one else can see. They hold us down like anchors, they drown us out at sea.”
“You only get one chance at the circus called life. Don’t sit in the crowd watchin’ it happen. You jump right in and be the ringleader. That is where you find your fire.”
“It sometimes feels like a strange movie, you know, it’s all so weird that sometimes I wonder if it is really happening.”
No matter how good or bad you have it, wake up each day thankful for your life. Someone elsewhere is desperately fighting for theirs.