Artsy

Whenever I am bored out of my wits or talking on the phone, I tend to pick up a pencil and scribble. Pages of squiggly lines, flowers and hearts... childish art, mostly. I think the closest I got to producing "real" art was around 10 years ago, when my mom gave me a 2ft x 4 ft canvass sheet and cans of paint to play with. The geeky scientist in me collaborated with the closest artist to end up with a whimsical painting of... uh, well, the solar system. Nice huh :)

Ever since then, I have been meaning to take some sort of art class. I remember constantly inquiring at the Ayala Museum or that little studio by Kingswood for their course list. I always inquired but never really enrolled. I guess my schedule just didn't permit it or simply, I didn't have the drive to follow through. Thus, art classes never really happened.

This is about to change. I guess one good thing about a broken heart is that it pushes me to do something, anything to get the mind busy. And what better way than revisiting old "TO-DOs" - things I've always wanted but never got to pursue.

I am starting my first formal drawing class on Sunday. Wish me luck! :)