‘Working hard for something we don’t care about is called stress; working hard for something we love is called passion’ – Simon Sinek.
There are a few things that make a person so blissful that she never complains of ever ‘having’ to do them. She does it because she wants to. Those things, I believe, are her passions. And I do have a few – running, writing and painting. The first two, I’m not getting into, because this blog is all about painting.
In school, I was not quite the Picasso. I painted what kids are meant to paint – the ’v’ shaped birds apparently flying, the chunky trees and the sun baring half its rotundness through peaks with surprisingly matching contours. I picked up the paintbrush on my own terms when I was about 18. That’s when I did my first oil painting – that of a mom and a son, sitting near a window overlooking the ocean, hands folded in a prayer. When I look at it now, I find it quite ham-handed. But I know that 10 years from now, when I look at my present works, I will undeniably find them crude too.
But no matter how elementary or unmuseum-like (I just coined that word) they are, I like to paint. Why? Because it makes me happy.
– Ponnu Elizabeth Mathew