Friday, February 05, 2010

brushing past

why.

i like asking why. used to, and still do. just that now i'm better at discerning if the answers i get make sense or not.

i used to be very puzzled at why the fishball noodle auntie always, without fail, adds a strand of kway tiao or beehoon into my bowl when i stated plainly that i want mee kia. mama's answer was: she wants u to try so next time u'll buy kway tiao loh. n i believed her... i dunno when i finally realised why myself :) its funny how parents make up stuff. i do wonder what kinda answers i'll come up with if my child asks strange or even profound things.

at 16, i wanted to base my O level art project on this abstract idea of "why". so abstract, i couldn't substantiate the idea with anything except question marks. thankfully, i went in the direction of planets and greek mythology and did a great job with that. fabric printing was FUN. making my way diligently to the national library after church weekly for more research materials for sketches. spending recesses on the light box tracing out life forms. hours and hours after school linking the stories and making it all come together on paper in a simplified motif. colour mixing was the most fun. of all the colours in the world, u had to settle for 7 that represents u n ur story best, and the other combinations possible from these 7! it was exciting n despite the stress of needing to ace this nearly 1yr project, i truely enjoyed it.

my fabric was pretty different i must say. the only one with bright purple, pink and orange shades, human forms, nudity and drapes. =) my art teacher decided to display it at the corner of our studio tho when MM Lee came to visit. not exactly wholesome NY girl image i guess, heh.

work's been pretty ok. i'm fine with wat i'm doing. compared to operations, reporting definitely requires more brain, its doing magic with numbers after all. still, the sense of satisfaction from creation is truly something different. i miss my creative days. even when i was at the bottom of my art class, even when my teacher used to criticize me for my lack of creative juices, its doesn't matter so much in the end when u see a piece of pretty artwork that is your work.

truly, i miss art. n its sad that the closest thing that resembles a paintbrush that i pick up nowadays is my blusher brush.


~~~ Angela 10:37 PM