Absolutely nothing beats the joy of watching water colours play on paper from the touch of a brush in my hand. I have and always will enjoy painting even though it sometimes takes me ages to get into the momentum of painting. ‘Scribbles and Splashes’ is a blog that I once began when I wanted to let go of the pent-up urge to splash with water colours and share pictures and the behind-the-scenes thoughts with my family sitting kilometres away from me. Over the years, it has been dormant for months (nearing a year and sometimes even more such as when motherhood beckoned!) and then been active in fits and starts.
Mid-2013 is when I feel like looking into the mirror and declaring this as “The Moment” that this becomes the year of the revival and flourish of ‘Scribbles and Splashes’, the blog and its growth into a self-sufficient near-full-time engagement for me.
I thrive in art. Period. If I could, that’s all that I would do all day long. It seems like a distant dream right now, but this is where I start playing around with a wish and seeing how it takes shape. I’m splashing, I’m scribbling about it and I’m becoming “an artist”. From exactly right now.
April 28, 2010
I felt like a two-year old - and tapped my little baby, delighted at the thought that two years from now, he/she could be feeling as much a high as I was feeling in that moment!
There's a mammoth of a masterpiece that my Mom painted before I came about in oils that had a similar tree taking a little dip in still waters. I didn't think of it before she pointed out the similarity in inspiration. Perhaps somewhere at the back of my mind, the intimidation of that Magnum Opus has been imprinted. I'll attempt painting it true to character some time - it's a phenomenal scene, a phenomenal painting. I wish my mum would get back to her oils!