Passion Found
How is everyone doing at the end of a busy work week? All set for a relaxing weekend? Ours began today and as predicted, it is a productive Friday. I think it would be busy tomorrow as well.
In 2009, I started blogging about finding passion. That was how I really started this blog. This became a tool of soul searching for me. It wasn't really intended to be shown . A mere string of messages and questions addressed to the void.
I have been searching for years, what I'm meant to do. I took architecture, because my fashion design teacher suggested that I'm meant for this, than drawing clothes, when she saw my perfect perspective drawing. My Mom insisted it when she saw I was reading plans at the age of 8 and even though I hated Math not to mention Calculus, I pursued Architecture and even got myself a license. I knew back then during my college years that I'd never really enjoy a career in an architectural firm and couldn't really imagine myself standing on the scaffolding. I found structural and utilities boring and I don't have the patience for numbers. During summer while taking architecture, I took interior design classes in another school and enjoyed it! I never missed a class. Each class was so enjoyable and fun! I would have finished it if it weren't for the demands of responsibilities and lack of money. I pursued a job intead in an interior design firm.
Going back to the subject, interior design will always be there but there's something more than that, that I was searching for. Behind all these wants and practical career choices, I knew in my heart that I want to become an artist. That was what I loved doing when I was a kid. This didn't really occur to me until I started asking the question, "What is it I'm meant to do?." I always feel a pang of longing whenever I see exhibitions and art studios. There's this voice in my head, "I can do that." which I simply ignored. I didn't really understand it.
My mother encouraged me when I was younger and made me join National Art Competitions. I didn't really win them, except one art competition in my middle school. I remember the time when I was about to choose what I'm going to study in college, my head was screaming "Fine Arts-Painting!", but the society would say otherwise because everyone says it's impractical. So I put that off for ''someday'' until I completely forgot about it.
To make the long story short, I found myself enrolling for an oil painting class for adults just last year with the encouragement of a dear artist friend, Tyago Almario and my Mom.
I found it, what I'm looking for. Everytime I paint, I am overwhelmed by ecstatic feelings of love and joy. I am almost certain it is when I paint when I feel God the most. There's a connection every stroke on the canvas, I can almost cry sometimes. I found it and I am amazed by what I'm discovering. I thank God for this chance. I can do this forever and I can breathe and eat with the brushes. I am at my happiest with the easel. It feels perfect. It feels right.
In 2009, I started blogging about finding passion. That was how I really started this blog. This became a tool of soul searching for me. It wasn't really intended to be shown . A mere string of messages and questions addressed to the void.
I have been searching for years, what I'm meant to do. I took architecture, because my fashion design teacher suggested that I'm meant for this, than drawing clothes, when she saw my perfect perspective drawing. My Mom insisted it when she saw I was reading plans at the age of 8 and even though I hated Math not to mention Calculus, I pursued Architecture and even got myself a license. I knew back then during my college years that I'd never really enjoy a career in an architectural firm and couldn't really imagine myself standing on the scaffolding. I found structural and utilities boring and I don't have the patience for numbers. During summer while taking architecture, I took interior design classes in another school and enjoyed it! I never missed a class. Each class was so enjoyable and fun! I would have finished it if it weren't for the demands of responsibilities and lack of money. I pursued a job intead in an interior design firm.
Going back to the subject, interior design will always be there but there's something more than that, that I was searching for. Behind all these wants and practical career choices, I knew in my heart that I want to become an artist. That was what I loved doing when I was a kid. This didn't really occur to me until I started asking the question, "What is it I'm meant to do?." I always feel a pang of longing whenever I see exhibitions and art studios. There's this voice in my head, "I can do that." which I simply ignored. I didn't really understand it.
My mother encouraged me when I was younger and made me join National Art Competitions. I didn't really win them, except one art competition in my middle school. I remember the time when I was about to choose what I'm going to study in college, my head was screaming "Fine Arts-Painting!", but the society would say otherwise because everyone says it's impractical. So I put that off for ''someday'' until I completely forgot about it.
To make the long story short, I found myself enrolling for an oil painting class for adults just last year with the encouragement of a dear artist friend, Tyago Almario and my Mom.
I found it, what I'm looking for. Everytime I paint, I am overwhelmed by ecstatic feelings of love and joy. I am almost certain it is when I paint when I feel God the most. There's a connection every stroke on the canvas, I can almost cry sometimes. I found it and I am amazed by what I'm discovering. I thank God for this chance. I can do this forever and I can breathe and eat with the brushes. I am at my happiest with the easel. It feels perfect. It feels right.
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Passion Found
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