Gifted

10 Jun 2009

Posted by decem under Drawing , Arts & Design.

When i was a little boy, i used to sit in front of my mother’s dressing table. Not to brush my hair nor was i doing any makeup. I was then holding a low account pencil, with the tip stroking up and down on the exercise book which i had got from school. My mum would allow me to keep them in that drawer beneath her dressing table. For everyday after school i will get home quick and shower myself, ate something and sat there for a couple of hours just for drawing.

Mum saw me so in loved with pencils and papers, so one day she bought me a proper drawing block, and a STAEDTLER MARS 2B pencil. That day onwards i guessed i had finally being able to perform better strokes and shades.

I was in the standard of primary two then, missing lessons given by teachers. Impairing i heard all the boring speeches while doing my own sketches. One morning a mathematics teacher confiscated my completed picture of a sea monster and had nailed it on the notice board after the lesson, which many boys had got impressed with. I was then having the feeling of elation and pleasures. The remarks from there had made myself pay due with what i was doing since, till this very day.

For umpteen years i had never knew what i did had became what i used to do now that makes many people thinks i am possessed with this usual talent. I still don’t really feel like i am competent to that talent word even till this present moment. Someone had asked me am i from NAFA school in singapore (Nayang Academy Fine Arts) and my answer is definitely no. Well i am not sure why not. And as for that you might want to ask the saints. Because they gifted me.

I draw when feeling like, not insisting but absorption to the interests. I see shadows between the clouds on the sky and formed them into a figure which only i could describe. Waves and tones on the walls i illustrates as portraitures. It may sounds exaggerating and supernatural, but it just struck me like this. I am deeply in love drawing characters and expressions of human faces. Grin or grimace, i have this eagerness to shade them alive.

In this world, there are numerous of artistes. Plentiful of beautiful pictures and paintings, and mine are not worthy of. But at least there are people in my world that recognize me as part of them, or perhaps imminently. As i don’t have to be well-known or popular and my showcase can be indispensable, but the daub and shades must not become obsolete.