Vyshnoo

How did my creative journey start?

​As a child, I was interested in painting and drawing. Crayons excited me and I would wait for the craft classes and painting classes every week, hoping I could make something beautiful and show my completed work, which I had finished over the week at home. All my classmates would flock around me so I could help them finish their paintings and craft works which most seemed least interested in doing but were forced to complete. They’d compliment me and tell me that I was amazing at this work and that would become an artist one day.

When I was growing up, I realised how school’s gave more importance to academics than art. It started killing my creativity in every possible way. I didn’t seem to like it in the beginning about the dying art in my life, but gradually I got acquainted into this non artistic world around me, which kept me busy in figuring out how I had to pass the exams and score well. I’d not really think about painting at home and considered that it was a mere waste of time and would rather go out or use the computer which was the usual break schedule for most of my classmates, so I went with the flow. This went on for years… but I realised I wasn’t that happy with this way of life and knew that something had to be changed but I didn’t change anything.

But, six years ago I went to Goa (no, I really did go) with my family and a family friend who loved photography as a hobby. I asked him why he photographed when he wasn’t a photographer by profession. He told me that that it gave him happiness. He was a very busy person but always made time for his hobby of photography. So, I started clicking pictures from my basic digital camera and told him that my pictures wouldn’t come out well as my camera wasn’t a DSRL. He said it didn’t matter until you have an eye to capture the beautiful scenes. So, I did try. The photos came out really well and I clicked them with a confidence that they’d come out well. The psychology plays such an important role.

After the trip, I realised how it made me feel so good being all creative. So, I came back home and started sketching random stuff. It’s seemed a little difficult to get back to it after a long time, but it wasn’t so bad. Then, I picked up the old brushes piled in the cupboard with a lot of dust on them. I stroked around with random colours with nothing on my mind and it seemed beautiful. Eventually, I dumped the colours in the cupboard again and didn’t take them out for years.

Recently, I began again as I needed to do a lot of creative work for projects and thought what’s a better way of refreshing the mind than making a few paintings. I even sold paintings for charity.
Art is an expression of cheerful serenity to me. And this time I won’t stop.
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