Ashes of roses (Remember where does this name of color come from?) Watercolor on paper 18x30. Not very fast zatyukanny etude. Burrowed, hung and braked in every way. Some time ago, the topic "Let's get acquainted." So, recently one close person in a dispute overgrown into a quarrel to me, said: “I think of myself as an artist!” And I thought deeply ...
After all, I really thought that, you can't argue. To be honest, as long as you are so weak you live for yourself and do what is “supposed” all your life: you study, you work, you get married, you bring up children. And suddenly a moment came when, by chance, you suddenly remembered that you loved paint very much. And in general, now I don’t really need anyone else, and I can start doing what I want and love. But if you start a tarantula for yourself, you start to run or dance a belly dance, nobody will be surprised - you will think, tarantula! And then resumed artistic activity at such an adult age !!! I did not expect such a strong emotional response. And it would be okay to be positive! At best, positive amazement - they began to look more closely at me like that ... But in most cases, I feel a touch of negative. But after all, I really painted most of my life and everyone knows it !!! Or are these my complexes? Although what complexes I already have, I am famous for being always against the flow. I can imagine how those who, as adults, began to learn to draw, feel !!! Or did I think of all this?!? So let's get acquainted - I'm the one that “imagines herself an artist”! What do you want!
