First, when I was typing it, somehow it changed into: when I farted, and sorry, but I am still trying to figure it out how, and second one is, what about such awesome title? I mean really? How are you about a story: When I farted?
Juicy and aromatic?
Soo… are you interested? LOL
I started painting over 10 years ago (yes, depression and anxiety made me to do it). Of course I wanted to, of course I felt that need earlier, but it was expensive, I had no place, there were too many excuses. Too many!!! Of course as a kid I had some art class. As most of kids in old-fashioned schools, then at the Uni, sorry, but archaeologist just got to learn how to draw pieces of ceramic and of course flint properly, so had that too. Still, it took me years, to finally play with my brush not only in the field, but on canvas.
Yummy, piny smelling canvases.
And then it became my obsession. Softness of brushes, finding perfect ones, trying to paint with other stuff – yes stuff, because it also included all me falling into fresh painting, so stuff. But one thing was just stable.
Prussian blue, ocean, blue, azure, celestial, cobalt…
… and black and white!
Wait, now I cam back to this farting, and am interested in the power of the fart combined with white canvas? What do you think? I mean really. Am I joking? Well… I love experiments, I am a scientist in artistic body!!!
Still, coming back to the beginning… I was so scared of other colors. I mean totally. It was like panic, when I had to add some yellow!!! But artists evolve. So then came colors. And photography. I also created sculptures from driftwood and had short journey with felting until my sinuses yelled: Hell no!!!