Life is Art….

Life is like a piece of art.

Life is like creating a piece of art. Some draw one piece of item at a time. Some focus so hard on an item that they forgot about the rest of the picture. Some finished an item but found out that it didn’t fit the bigger picture. But what’s drawn can’t be erased. We’ll have to make to with it. It’s a matter of choice that we choose. We can either paint that particular unwanted item pitch black, a vacuum… Something that we don’t want to remember that will eventually eat us up. Or maybe… maybe just… we can just make use of that unintended piece of failed art to fit into the bigger picture even though it might seem out of place, and perhaps someday we can laugh about it… smile when thinking about it.

What about me? I’ve always been fond of art. But during the process of actually drawing a piece of work, it’s always unimpressive… not worthy of attention. Because it always appears to be a mess, so many errors, so many miscalculations, so much redrawing over and over again. While others might have completed pieces of item here and there, smiling and impressed by their own satisfaction. Sometimes, I loathe this part of the process because it’s the most agonizing part of time… But what is to be done must be done regardless. Let others be satisfied at their own peril and dwell in their own little fantasies, for there’s no time for these unfortunate misdemeanors.

As of now, the sketching marks are now gone, things are becoming clearer now. Everything is where it’s supposed to be. Colors are appearing. Vibrant. Organized. Symmetrical. Beautiful. Nothing like what I actually intended to be but… It’s actually better. We’ll just have to make do with what we we have. 12 color pencils or 24,36… It’s just a matter of how we mix those colors.

Just one last thing before everything is coming into place… Soon, very soon. I am the best. I’ll be the best. Better than the rest. Nothing comes remotely close. I hope someone’s here to witness it. There’s just so much wish to tell you, so much to share. If only I could just have a little of your time. 1am and tomorrow is another working day.

Some other time maybe…

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