My First Painting

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my first painting

When I was small I used to see my father paint on huge canvas papers. At the beginning, I couldn’t understand what he used to scribble on the white papers but gradually as I grew up, I started to learn that my father paints. Though he is not a professional artist but Daddy tells me that he paints because painting is his passion. At first, I didn’t like the colours but my intense bond with my Daddy made me love the colours, the white papers, the brushes, the pallet and other stuff.

Our store room was at a corner of the backyard.One day, I suddenly thought of going there to see my dad’s paintings. As soon as I entered the room I was dumbstruck to see all the arrangements. It was like a heaven around there. The paintings were all over the walls. Some were coloured in blue, some in black, somewhere multicoloured and much more. The pictures were so appealing and heart soothing that I felt like staying there for the whole day. I was looking for a white page when suddenly I got clashed with the colour bottles and the colours splashed over his drawings. I got so tensed that I started crying. Soon my father came into the room and he started to console me. He was not upset that I splashed colours on the canvases but was happy that I entered the room to see his work. That weekend he brought me a new set of colours, pallets, and brushes. He also told me that he would not mind if I didn’t like to paint.

I sat at one corner of the room and started to scribble on the sheet of paper. I sat for almost two hours but couldn’t do anything other than the haphazard lines that I drew. I messed up the paper and made it the untidiest one. I was upset that I couldn’t make something like my daddy. I went to Daddy and showed him my painting, though I knew that it was the worst painting but for my daddy, it was the best painting forever. He told me that he loved it so much and later he framed it and stuck it on one of the walls of his studio. I was overwhelmed with joy that my painting was stuck on the walls. That was the first day when I started my painting. Those lines were the best lines in my life because of Daddy who made it so special. His encouragement uplifted me and made me love this art form.

I am proud to have a Daddy like him, who supported me, encouraged my paintings and never forced me to follow his style of paintings. He always tells me that, just follow what your heart suggests you do. The more you will love to paint the fast you will get to know about your environment. Daddy tells me to paint my heart out. This will give me peace.His golden words touched my heart and now I paint anytime whenever I feel like.


How Painting as a Hobby Became My Passion:

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In the past few days, I have only discussed with you all about my experience, suggestions that Mommy and Daddy gave me and also about some do’s and don’ts that a kid must follow. But today I will share with you about my hobby. Everyone has different kinds of hobbies such as gardening, reading, singing, writing etc. My hobby is painting. I love to spend my free time painting various forms and shapes with different colours.

In my childhood days:

Painting is one thing that I love to do in my leisure time. Mommy always tells me that when I was akid I used to scribble on the floor or on the walls with a pen or a pencil. As I grew older my parents sent me to a school where I have learned a lot of thingsabout drawing and paintings. Day by day, I developed my interests in painting. My parents brought colour pallets, oil colours and paint boxes as they saw my interests in painting.

The prizes I won:

The painting competitions that I had participated in, gave me a lot of self-confidence. And the prizes that I won encouraged me to do more. My love for painting grew more from that day when I won the “Best Painter Trophy – Junior” for my school in an inter school painting competition. I was overwhelmed with joy.

The encouragement from my teachers:

My teachers always encouraged me. I got some special training for honing up my skills in painting. The teachers praised me and showed me ways, how I can improve my work. They all liked my sketches and they also made corrections on the technicalities of my sketches.
Kids Painting exhibition:

My teachers were so amazed by my paintings that they told me about the “kids painting exhibition” which is held every year. They told me to display my sketches and my color paintings. It was the best experience that I have up till now. And will never forget about that day when people praised my paintings so much.

Words of my Father:

The first painting competition where I had submitted my work, my paintings got rejected. I was disheartened, but my Daddy never lost his hope on me and he told me that day, “Veerica, remember that failure is the pillar of success. So, never lose your hope and just try for doing better in the future”. From that day, I try to focus more on the work I do so that I can create something new.

Sometimes, hobbies can become the passion for your life. Daddy tells me that everyone should spend some time in nurturing their hobbies. He also told me that if we pursue our hobby with determination and dedication, one day we will know that it has become our passion. Painting made me learn many things such as time management, improved my concentration and helped in imagining about all new things. It also taught me a lot about how to manage everything so tactfully. Painting makes me happy.