How I Started Painting
In 2005, my husband’s company assigned him to Jakarta, Indonesia. So the whole family had to pack and go to our new destination. At first we were afraid because we did not know what the future holds for us in Jakarta. But as soon as the kids were settled in their new school and my husband was settled in his new office, i then found friends who were my constant companions almost everyday. We had fun discovering our new home which was so rich in culture and the arts.
Then one day, a friend suggested that why not include painting classes in our new adventures.
And so, it started.
At first, i was so afraid because i know that i did not have any artistic talents inside me. Yes, i do scribble and make doodles of things but then to PAINT – or even to make a piece of ART was something really new for me.
Buying the things that we needed for our first day of painting was really fun, as all the things we were buying were like for kindergarten kids. We bought a sketch pad, an eraser and an HB pencil.
On the day of the painting class, i was nervous and excited at the same time because it will be a new experience for me.
Our teacher, an Indonesian guy with a long hair was very nice and accommodating to each and everyone in the group.
He told us to draw our left hand.
Wow! This is insane. I told myself. I know i was too dumb and stupid in drawings as i have a hard time translating what i see with what the thing is really.
So I prayed to God that whatever i draw may it be for His greater glory.
And Viola! I was able to make it. I was brimming with pride when i finished drawing my hand.
But sorry to disappoint everyone, i couldn’t find the drawing now. But if ever i find it. I will include it here.