I feel like I need to say this : I know it's not good. But it's alright. I started painting when I was pregnant with Bittu. But, after he was born, I didn't really keep up with it. I've always wanted to paint, I've always admired people who can paint. I can't draw if my life depended on it (only the good lord knows how I managed to pass science exams). But I've wanted to paint and when I was pregnant, I just had to do it. I think discovering tutorials on YouTube is what made the difference. That's how I started to paint.
I'm still learning. I'm learning to let go, I'm learning that art cannot be perfect, it needs a lot of letting go. It is also extremely forgiving, if you mess up something, you can always go over it and change it, if you need to. It taught me to be calm and mindful, to just be in the moment and to only think of colors. And I'll always be thankful for it.