Oil pastel exploration part.1

I signed up for an art academy, but for one reason or another, I haven’t been able to go to class even once.

Feeling disappointed, I looked at a book I bought at a bookstore a few days ago and started drawing on my own with oil pastels. It was pretty fun. Although oil pastel is easier than paint, it still requires a greater understanding of the material. If you apply too much, the color will peel off again, and even when blending, sometimes the color will not mix and will peel off again. I want to express clouds, waves, and sunbeams well, but I also felt that I needed to understand and practice these objects. If you understand the object, you can express it. It will take quite some time, but I am looking forward to it as it will be a fun process.

Once I become good at using oil pastels and can draw to a certain degree, I often think about what I should draw.

The first thing I thought of was the moments I was happy, the moments I missed, and the moments I wanted to leave behind. I opened the photo album on my phone to recall those moments. My current cell phone photo album contains photos from about 5 years ago. It was quite a long time, and a lot of things happened. I must have cried a lot and laughed a lot, but when I looked through the photos, it was difficult to find photos of moments that I remember as ‘happy’.

So first pass.

Next, I thought about things I like. Yoga, traditional tea, blueberries. I thought it would be nice to be able to express these in my own style someday. In particular, I want to draw a picture of myself doing yoga. And surfing too. I gave up surfing for various reasons. I am a person who believes that there is no next life, but I definitely want to become a surfing expert when I am born in my next life. In this life, I want to stop being a surfing expert and leave myself as a surfer who cuts through high waves through pictures.

And again, I want to draw a family. There are some photos with my family that I like the most. One is a photo of my mom and dad holding me when I wasn’t even my first birthday on a beach in southern France. It’s a photo that touches my heart when I look at it because I can feel the young, beautiful mother and father smiling brightly and the love they have for me. The other is a photo of my younger brother, who is also not yet one year old, lying on my leg and drinking barley tea from a baby bottle. Me, a 10-year-old with short, dark hair, and my chubby younger brother with white, raven hair. I just really like this photo. The last one is a photo of my younger brother hugging me when I was in middle school and attending kindergarten. I was probably feeling rotten inside due to school life and conflicts with my mom and dad, but I think a lot of that stress was relieved when I was with my younger brother. Teasing, tickling, and playing Nintendo Wii together. If I think about it, a little while after that photo was taken, I gradually stopped spending much time with my younger brother. I had to spend more and more time studying, the period of taking exams became longer, and when I went to college, I couldn’t spend much time with my younger brother because I was playing with my friends. Then my younger brother reached puberty, and it seems like he can no longer live as flawlessly as he did when he was younger. When I think about my family, I always feel overwhelmed. Thank you, sorry, and regretful. Also, I am proud and proud.

I want to take pictures of my family, but I also want to draw each person’s face beautifully. However, I am still worried about when is the best time to draw it. Mom and Dad, when do you want to be remembered the most? When do you miss yourself the most?

I want to draw my face too. It probably won’t be a smiling face, but I want to draw a side profile with a gloomy expression that is worried about something. I like my side view more than my front face. I think the profile is prettier. I am not confident about the front. The reason I draw gloomy images is because I don’t like myself for thinking too much. I’m not sure if what I’m saying makes sense.

There are so many things I want to draw. Each and every one of them is precious and difficult to draw.

I dream that one day I will be able to draw these precious objects beautifully.