Humans. We are a rather funny species.
Just 4 days into the holiday, and the lump in the throat, the sinking feeling of nostalgia that we are very all familiar with, had already started to set in. 10am : walking along the winding streets, painting at the studio was something I was thoroughly enjoying. And I almost didn’t want to leave.
And thus began Day 4.
Devoted
to High Speed Painting!
Yes, I too hadn’t heard of this type before. It seemed simple actually. The aim was to paint anything, just about anything in 20 minutes flat. After quite some time, there was a deadline to adhere to, and as nerdy as I may sound, I kind of liked it.
Well,
it wasn’t actually so simple. Atleast not for me.
It’s
hard to simply let go, to lose control (Of course, alcohol helps). To paint
without a thought. To not worry about smoothening the edges, about perfecting
‘that’ tree and the tinge of cobalt blue in the sky. To just paint. And let it
all happen by itself. I actually also learnt how important it is to stand back,
look at your masterpiece and intuitively paint.
And
so I did.
In
the next 20 minutes, each one of us showed an infinite amount of energy and
passion. It was amazing. It almost seemed like it was all coming back. My 18
year old love affair had just reached its peak.
When
Caroline looked at my painting, she looked elated and said “now that’s an
Aman!”. If I ask myself, what my happiest moment in Spain was, it was this. I
was finally close to developing my own style of painting, a style which defined
me. I couldn’t stop smiling!
Honestly,
I really don’t know.
All
I can say is that it makes me happy. And I’d keep doing it as long as it does.
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