The Awakening

That is such a melodramatic title. *smiles*

However, I am only referring to the awakening of the artist in me, whom I had lulled into slumber unknowingly. Although the term artist is a little too fancy for me. I just like drawing things and I can fend a few brush strokes here and there for myself. I am not a pro although I would have loved to have been that. Sigh. Wrong choices mess up your entire life. Sigh. *here starts my whining again* *smiles* I don't miss even the slightest chance that allows me to whimper. Nashukri bandi. Ch! Ch! Anyways so I dusted the neglected little artist and tried to come up with something with my yawning rusty joints. I wanted to make an oil painting but then I found out that I was out of linseed oil so I sufficed with a pencil sketch.

This is what I sketched today while it was raining. Uff the rain! It was so beautiful. Sigh. I lied when I said I don't like rain anymore. It was a blatant lie. Rain makes me feel like a kid again. I love rain and it loves me too. *winks*