So this is one reasons why I kind of gave up carrying my DSLR and tripod with me. 🙂 One of my plans to accomplish during this trip was to do a pastel workshop for whose who had expressed interests to me since last year.
Due to the pastel drawing needs a suite of tools to do, despite the method was to use your finger(s) and rub them over the paper, it is apt to be rather bulky to carry by yourself unless you drive.
The workshop was made successful. The participants who had never done this before, expressed their beautiful souls onto a piece of square paper to the full extent. It is hard to tell you of how thrilling time I had with them as watching (and guiding) the whole process of the unique beautiful artwork was born out. Japan, which has turned to rainy season, have got Hydrangea in full bloom, and I suggested them to draw Hydrangea. Their touch and expression demonstrated during the work gave me inspiration and motivation. 🙂
I personally interpret this drawing process is quite similar to that you are meditating, which it may make you feel quite refreshing. I am so glad that I shared those aspects with them.
Thank you beautiful souls for having me share this time with you.
So, it’s been ages since I posted my drawing work in here last time.
Likewise last one, a pair of hands became the theme again.
Honestly, my hands have been annoying me for ages, literally for ages. I got lost what to do with them to deal with. I am not that innocent to dream about my hands that will get silky smooth skin by taking steroid ointment/ tablet. I am not (yet) selling my soul for it. I used to get angry but have no idea as to where I could throw it. I thought of myself a worthless due to my hands which I could not do one little things well because my swollen hands and fingers do not work, and I spent twice as long as my family and my friends.
And, their appearance are far to those that could have been ‘beautiful’.
It’s quite recently that I started facing my hands and its condition and accept them in true meaning.
They are assertive. They express their anger, sorrow, peace, denial, and on top of them, their pride. They are telling me something by worsening their derma condition (or vice versa), and I finally surrender and accept (or give up) my hands and their state, because my hands raise riot as a result mirroring me in my (sub) conscious mind, what I feel, am I happy or sad so on.