ART

Having to spend nearly a week at home, facing my laptop, eating, getting fat and not productive,
My fingers quivered at the hold of some paint brushes,
I opened my drawer, and staring at me were my old boxes of Buncho paint,
and SNAP!
I knew I had to paint!

My passion for drawing and painting has always been there,
and it doesn’t mean when you’re passionate about something,
You’re actually good at it, that’s reality.
I NEVER EVER EXCELED in art,
But my passion has always been there, until now.

So I grabbed my pencil and drawing block,
An empty blank piece of paper,
I shook my pencil back and fourth waiting for some inspiration to kick in,
It started with a rose, a nose, a lady, and then some hair.

While painting, I was telling myself repeatedly,
Art is abstract; the beauty of it is in the eye of the beholder.
Art is not perfect; it’s the little smudges and blots here and there that make each art piece so unique.

And there you have it, my art piece. (dont u dare think it's ugly)

*beams proudly at own art work*
*maybe I should show it to mummy and let her admire my art*
*run’s downstairs*

“Mummy! Look at what I painted!”
“Herm, see!”
“Nice or not?”
“Apa ni, macam primary school drawing”
“………………… *muka monyok*”
“Not bad la, like Picasso, abstract art”
“You want to frame it up, we can hang it here! (Raises painting to the wall)”
“Tak payah frame frame”
“…………………………”

Repeats to self,
“Art is abstract; the beauty of it is in the eye of the beholder.
Art is not perfect; it’s the little smudges and blots here and there that makes each art piece so unique.”

“Art is abstract; the beauty of it is in the eye of the beholder.
Art is not perfect; it’s the little smudges and blots here and there that makes each art piece so unique.”

Actually I think its not bad what?