Time to Let Go + Some Art

Hello everyone, and welcome to my "trying to be creative" part of blog. Someone recently told me I would make more money here if I would just pick one subject and stick to it. And I do love writing about my view of the world and philosophy the most, but I don't like the idea of restraining myself and my mind only to one subject.

I am always trying to be there for everyone and often enough I work too much. To that extent that I have to have everything under my control. That is not a good thing or feeling, because you are bound to get disappointed. Over the years I learned that sometimes you just have to let go, relax a bit and hope for the best.

So, like every time I work too much or neglect myself, I have to calm my mind and shift the focus on me for some time. What better way to do so than with paint, even if you are not much of an artist like myself.

Let's start from the beginning, I laid down all my paints and brushes, a gift for developing my untalented (but persistent) part of personality. I prefer to paint nature, and I don't really know how to draw or paint faces. And I almost always paint from memory, thinking about the serenity and fresh air.

Usually by the time of the first brush stroke I'm already there, concentrating purely on the sight, and trying my best to paint some resemblance of it. This time, a little old house, on the other side of a lake Vlasina (where my grandparents were born) came to my mind.

I planed to paint it just like it was, plane and made mostly out of wood. But that house had some beautiful aura around it, like a hidden place in the forest. It wasn't perfectly built, but it looked peaceful and safe. I also planed on having a blue sky and maybe some sunlight, but that soon became undefined. I love the colors, and how it looks, even dough I'm not sure what part of the day it is.

Adding the details is a spice for every story and every painting. Reflections in the water, different colors of the leaves on the tries, branches, bark on the birch tries (that I am strangely enough allergic to). Playing with colors and contrasts.

Adding some final touches. And my work is done after two hours.

I felt as if I was on that shore for two hours, not in my apartment. I love being in nature, and I miss the green colors of it. Winter is just not my best friend. I am trying to overcome that by doing some winter sports, like skiing.

But every now and then I need my warm day, water and nature to go back to my peaceful self.

Ready to go again! Are you?

With love,
Tamara