Artistic Episodes

When I was but a young child, I was very.. Fanciful. I indulged freely in my 'creative' whims and fancies. I painted and sewed, and attempted many activities in the name of art. In trying to improve the things that I had, I improvised, and that landed me in trouble with my mother (my father was quite a sport).

Although my whims and fancies were 'creative', they were also rather destructive. I often took less conventional routes. For example, instead of sewing (or mending) torn clothes, I tried to turn them into something different altogether, aided by my sharp friend, a pair of scissors. Baju lengan panjang jadi lengan pendek, seluar jeans tiba-tiba jadi skirt. Kalau baju dah ketat, gunting nak buat pencil case. A school bag that I thought had looked pretty boring was decorated with fabric paint. Buruk benor jadinya. I painted on paper regularly too, expressing my feelings and pouring out the essence of my being to produce pieces that were really, really abstract..

You see, I loved art, but I couldn't draw to save my life. I have no recollection of drawing in my kindergarten years, but I can confidently say that I failed spectacularly in Art from Standard 1 until Form 3. Straight C's, which was heartbreaking. Nevertheless, I carried on with my artistic endeavors and continued to produce wondrous items, which were only halfway done 90% of the time..

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If you, dear reader, have stayed with me since I had started blogging, I'm sure you would have noticed that my mind flits from idea to idea like a greedy butterfly flits from flower to flower. Saya ini tidak konsisten, sering kali memulakan sesuatu projek dan kemudian meninggalkannya di tengah jalan. Iyelah, macam pembangunan zaman sekarang ni lah kan. Haha. I have a very short attention span. As you may well know. Juga menyumbang! Adalah ibu saya. When I attempted these projects, I did so without the consent of my mother. Dia melarang keras daripada melakukan benda-benda yang padanya tidak berfaedah. Namun, sebagai seorang anak yang degil lagi berpendirian tetap, I went ahead anyways. My courage knows no bounds. Haha. Let me illustrate with an example.

Me, busy painting in my room. Splashes of paint on the paper. Sudden knocks on the door. My mother asking me what I was doing. Me, panicking. Me, shoving the paper, paint, paint water under the bed. Me, pulling the duvet down to hide the illegal enterprise. Me, opening the door and putting on a suitably innocent expression. Me, going downstairs to do whatever it is that I wanted or was required to do. Me, forgetting the painting (and the paint water) completely and leaving them to rot. Under-the-bed was the address of many of the unfinished.

So there you have it. The.. Well I don't know how to summarize what I've just written.

I have discovered that I have an amazing talent of drawing stick figures.

Bye.

P.s. Today's topic was supposed to be only the opening paragraph, the entree, the appetizer.. But it ended up being a whole post. So next up! "I Miss Neil Buchanan".