Growing up as a child, I lived in a place where expressing my thoughts and feelings spontaneously was considered as a form of disobedience. There was a spoken rule between parents and children that respect is to be held up high, eventually forgetting that affection owns a much higher ground. It was a concept misunderstood by both, and in my case it led to a very lonely and sometimes unfulfilling childhood. Though being a happy child, there was always a kind of emptiness that left a pang in the pit of my stomach for never being able to express what I thought and felt.
So I looked for my own way out to self satisfaction and spent most hours of my days doodling and drawing on every blank paper I could find. I would pretend to be living the stories in my head, sometimes talking to myself as I did this. Laughing, and even crying if the plot didn’t go according to plan. In my head, I could yell and scream, kiss and be kissed, tell the truth and hear the truth. All in all, I was content.
Despite of the emptiness I felt then, I’m thankful that my attempt had actually led me to my path of self discovery. I can now express my thoughts and feelings they way I choose to be heard and recognized, regardless my past and background. The idea of being able to spread my thoughts to the world and to people such as you, for instance, is a satisfaction I crave on. Today, older and hopefully wiser, I am still the girl doodling away her dreams and filling the void that is no longer empty.
Thank you for being a part of my world, dear friends and strangers, even if it's just for a minute...
What a lovely post, sad, inspiring,very honest and a beautiful picture. Your work has such feeling and so much energy, I just love to see what you come up with each time. Beautiful work!
ReplyDeleteThank you Nicola, that's just sweet of you :)
ReplyDeleteDear Amalia, I'm reading your words and am pondering upon what wisdom is and when it comes (if it comes!) to a man... By no means you must have life experience, no matter the age, but also the ability to realize what is important for you, what moral values you will follow and to transform the pain and suffering into something good and beautiful…
ReplyDeleteYou are not only talented, sensitive and wise, you’re also so generous to admit us to your inner and creative worlds. Thank you! I like the movement in your painting, the blast of wind (and thoughts)!
This is wonderful!!!!
ReplyDeleteDearest Rossichka, you are so kind with your words... To me, my life is like a bridge that I must walk on to get to the other side. What ever happens along the way is just a process of (hopefully) being someone better at the end. Thank you for being a friend! xx
ReplyDeleteAs a get older I realize that we really learn all our lives, every single day - to love, to be good, to understand our children,to express ourselves in the best possible way (by our work, words, art...)And when I find someone like you in the blog space, it's like a gift...! So many things to think upon, so many emotions and joy!
ReplyDeleteAmalia, You express your thoughts and feelings so eloquently, you are indeed a weaver of spells within words as well as pictures. It must have been so hard growing up in your world. I too thrive on my new worldwide friendships and am very grateful to you for your generous sharing of your world. Thank you for that wonderful colored pencil/finger analogy, I LOVE it!
ReplyDeleteHave a great weekend!
So beautiful words and lovely illustration. You are so talented.
ReplyDeleteLovely work! Saludos!
ReplyDeleteOh, your work is so fresh and wonderful!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful concept for the word.
Thanks for your comment on my raven kimono. She's very proud of it, you know!
I'm glad you're following your bliss.
Oh, Amalia, children are so resilient, aren't they? I'm so glad you channeled your feelings and expression into your art and were not stifled. Your work is so full of heart!
ReplyDeleteI love your birds!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your melancholy story.
And thank you so much for your comment!
Susan dear, isn't it wonderful to have new friends from different parts of the world? (^_^) Sharing is a good thing, makes you feel free because it's so liberating!
ReplyDeleteYes Krista, I'm thankful that I found my passion so early in my life. I wouldn't wish it differently.
And thank you all so much for showing your beautiful selves here... so glad you came by! xx
Very beautiful illustration. So wonderful. How do you get your textured look? What medium do you use?
ReplyDeletelovely illustration
ReplyDeleteBeautifully put and you certainly are not alone. Lovely illustration.
ReplyDeleteHi Katherine, thank you... I actually use watercolors and colored pencils for this one.
ReplyDeleteKaren and Dayle, thank you both, you're so lovely! (^_^)
Thanks for stopping by! You've clearly found a beautiful way to express yourself. The painting is lovely and you captured the side profile so well! (Something I've been trying to hone recently).
ReplyDeleteAmalia, i don't know if what you said here is true (i don't read or write english so good)I understud than children can't speak with freedom, this is a great sadness, maybe drawing and making art they can expres his feelings.
ReplyDeleteI think it's wonderful that you've reached a point where you can express your feelings. We're so lucky have art aren't we? And I'm so lucky to have found your beautiful art!xx
ReplyDeleteRoberto, it's so nice of you to at least try and read what I shared here... It's true, I'm so thankful to have art as friend when I was growing up :)
ReplyDeleteJessie sweetie, I'm so lucky to have found you as friend!! (^_^)
Yeah..expressing thoughts, feelings or even challenging your parents' opinion will only give you trouble:) Lovely work.
ReplyDeleteHahaha... Hey Heidi, your parents too, huh?? (^O^)
ReplyDeleteFrom a dull and lifeless rock, you have blossomed into the most wonderful and expressive artist and storyteller. We are all so very lucky that you found a way to let your creativity and imagination and wonderful talent shine.
ReplyDeleteThe reflection in her hair is gorgeous, and I love the texture and color of her dress!
Oh Bella, I'm blushing here... (^_^)
ReplyDeleteHmm, gee I think I am the lucky one falling into your blog. I hate the words 'lovely' and 'beautiful', but if you don't mind I'll leave those two with you till I get out my book of synonyms from the pawn shoppe,,,..
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