I sat down to paint. This was my first time after six long months. I had not seen paints, pencils in a pretty long time. I was afraid to touch them, feel them again. I still remember when I sat with colors for long hours, felt them and enjoyed their company. The very smell of them enticed me to play with them in a whole new way. I spread my cartridge sheet on the floor and took out my colors. I waited for the blank sheet to say something to me. I stared at it for some time until I could see birds flying and hear the sound of water gurgling. I picked up red color and mixed it with blue to create a purple hue. The purple touched the sheet and gave me energy to create new shades. I splashed a watery deep blue and dropped pink on it. I let the sheet dry and started again on another one.
For the second one I dipped my fingers in Prussian Blue color, put it on the sheet and let the color flow from one edge of the sheet to another. The dark blue color slowly transformed itself into a lighter blue. I quickly made the ground with blue fingers and spread them with nails. When I dipped my finger into the glass bottle of the blue paint, I closed my eyes and let myself dream. I felt I was in ecstasy. The blue color melted on my finger and looked delicious. The next thing I did was to slowly smell the color on my finger. As I smelt it, I felt different. I felt I could never be this peaceful again. I wished this moment would never pass. I understood the smell of my colors, it was peace. I was at peace with them. The pure smell of colors are my release. Release from this world, this moment, this real life into a world of colors, a life full of vibrancy.
Everybody has a release, a way of letting yourself loose. Taking a moment off from the real life into a world of your own. Whenever we have a bit of time, we should always try and find out our release from our life and make peace with that moment.
