Growing up, whenever I was asked about my ‘hobbies’, I never had to think before I said ‘reading’. The love for reading was something my parents instilled in me very early on, and it has been a love that has continued without ever fading. I still love and enjoy curling up with a good book, forgetting everything around me, and traveling to a new place, meeting new people, learning new things.
Over the last few years though, I have developed a new love. A new outlet, a new way to lose myself and enjoy it. I have fallen in love with painting.
No, I am no artist. Far from it, in fact. I don’t draw very well, and neither do I have any techniques right, but I still enjoy it. The whole process. The process of laying a base, opening and squeezing out colours from a tube, mixing, blending, creating. I love the flexibility. The ability to not fixate on rules. I love being able to play- with colours, with mediums, using brushes, or sponges, or sometimes just my fingers.
Painting, for me, is therapeutic. The one thing where I enjoy being utterly messy. Where being messy is, in fact, rewarding. Where beauty can emerge from utter chaos. Whether it may be a carefully sketched scene or just splashes of colours on a sheet, it is reflective. Reflective of how I feel, reflective of that moment in time, and that is what I absolutely love about painting.
Do you enjoy painting? Or do you have another hobby that you absolutely love and enjoy? I would love to know!