Everybody has one great story to tell. And spends his whole life telling it. The pauper's rise to riches, 5 minutes of fame, The secret benefactor, Redemption, Ruin these are some stories people tell. Then there's 'the great love story', how many of us wish that was our story...
My story seems to be the story of a boy becoming a man.
Maybe it's because there's a lot of boy in me. This story never really ends, it merely gets reincarnated in different forms.
I started playing futsal 2 years ago. For the first game, I got picked first by my friends. We lost a lot, and in each subsequent game, I was the last to get picked. We all have felt that I believe. It is the ultimate 'boy' feeling. A feeling of inadequacy.
But it is also the challenge of a lifetime. I approach every game differently. One game I'll resolve to keep the ball better. Another I will resolve to pass it. Another I resolve to run harder. Another, I resolve to run less.
Sometimes I resolve to look up more, and find the right pass. But at my very best, I let the boy out... I pick up the ball, I ignore everyone, and I run with the ball take one arrogant look at the keeper, making him feel like he's not there, and I let one loose. Goal.
I think the look is what beats the keeper.
2 years on, I don't get picked last anymore. I've developed the skills to fit in to a team. People prefer not to play against me, and to have me on their team, once or twice I even got picked first.
Man.
I continue to work to improve my game. It has almost become routine, still I have most fun when I let the boy out.
7 days left, 7 paintings to go.. finally, i reached, the breaking point.. it's one a day from here. I think i'll reward myself with a break.. but i'll expect great things from myself tomorrow. See you then yall!
The main purpose of my run as 30 day artist, is to finish this piece.
This is the day 30 piece.
During the run I experimented painting the sea and sky, and ships. I experimented with emotions, pouring them out on canvass. I experimented with the paint, the oil and the turpentine..Even the brushes. I did this to get a feel.
Painting today was almost easy. All the groundwork had been done, I felt it was as easy as a farmer sowing seeds. And when I felt the painting had moved to another level. I stopped.
And painted today's picture.
All that's left is to walk the day 30 painting through to it's completion.. For that I might need to reorder my working days, and work on the picture..In the morning before work... I need daylight for the last steps.
Oh how I envy painters in countries with four seasons.. with 16 hours or more of daylight!
This is probably my final wave study. I really lost myself in this painting. I think that's the best way to paint waves..let the painting completely overwhelm you.
I painted this very haphazardly, working with the highlights and shadow and colours almost randomly.
I learn't from this piece that there's a real fine line between, getting it right, and really messing it up. The moment it felt right, i completely stopped.
Fired up by the success of this piece, I worked a bit on the big painting, the painting for day 30.
I worked some thick paint onto the waves in the foreground, and did some action painting pollock style. And tried to get some drip effect. Looking forward to getting my hands on it again tomorrow. The four days left seem to me an ideal time to finish this piece, all the dog work has been done, now it's the fun parts..here's what it looks like so far.
a. a spar or structure rising above the hull and upper portions of a ship or boat to hold sails, spars, rigging, booms, signals, etc., at some point on the fore-and-aft line, as a foremast or mainmast. b. any of a number of individual spars composing such a structure, as a topmast supported on trestletrees at the head of a lower mast. c. any of various portions of a single spar that are beside particular sails, as a top-gallant mast and royal mast formed as a single spar.
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The silance after a good conversation is akin to the silance after being spent on a painting.
