How Art Helps Me.

Two days ago, I took out a few spare canvases that lay at the bottom of my drawer and decided to pour paint on them, for absolutely no reason at all, for the first time in a couple of months. Let’s just say that it didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to be, but instead, it turned out to be something that was even better than I hoped, for something done purely out of boredom. I wasn’t thinking about anything except how much I needed to try something new and I was pretty impressed with the results. Apparently, my followers on Twitter thought so too because they’ve been pouring in so much love since yesterday!

And because I let it get to my head just a little bit, I went out and bought a lot more canvases and a lot more bottles of paint so that I could make more of these, then it struck me! I wanted to try my hand at recreating Van Gogh’s Starry Night, which seemed like a recipe for disaster given that I had only tried my hand at this technique or whatever just a day ago. But surprise, surprise, because I got it right again. And the most amazing part is how much everybody has been appreciating it all day today. It has been truly heartwarming. I won’t lie when I say that I actually like this validation, even though it’s not the sole reason why I love art.

For the longest time, I have always turned to some form of art because it has not only been an escape or a way to distract myself, but also a very productive way to get some catharsis done, especially on the days when I have no one to turn to. It’s not that I don’t have friends who would make time for me; I just don’t feel like burdening anybody else with my own drama. I’ve always taken to books, music, sketching or painting the most whenever I’ve felt like I’m losing touch with myself and it has worked wonders for me. I may sound like a ditz here, but beauty has always fascinated me.

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I’m not just talking about the kind of beauty that you see Photoshopped the living daylights out of on glossy magazine covers and carefully curated Instagram feeds. I’m talking about the kind of beauty that shines through even the murkiest of waters. I’m talking about the kind of beauty that lies deep beneath the surface, the kind that is often overlooked. I’ve always loved the kind of magic and complexity that art can bring to even the most random things in life. Poetry, stories, fashion, architecture, movies, paintings, sculptures, plays, dance forms, music, photography— they’ve all helped me look at the world from a slightly different perspective from those who do not seek out art as an escape.

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Whether we want to believe it or not, art plays a huge role in shaping us into the person we are today and the person we want to be in the future. It’s all about the choices we make in life, and to me, choosing art and my passion for art has been one of the best decisions ever made. This isn’t one of those posts where I try to show you a different perspective on things. This is a window to what I have in my mind right now. I just felt like I needed to acknowledge just how much art has helped me.

The way I see it, everybody has at least one story where art has helped them, touched them and left its traces buried deep within their soul. We radiate art. We are art.

Don’t you forget that!

Cheerio! Xx

Hey guys! I hope you liked this post. Let me know in the comments below or share with someone you might wanna show this to! You can also reach out to me and say ‘Hi’ on Twitter and Instagram. I’ll look forward to hearing from you.
Yours truly,
The Shubhster.

Featured Image by Amaury Salas on Unsplash

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