The front gate of the place we live faces a huge lake. When the 2015 floods had hit Chennai, the lake could have become unstable anytime to flood our premises. At that time, when I had thought what would it be if I had to carry something important at the time of crisis, it was this – my oil painting kit!
Of course, whichever part of the world I go, I can always get one. Yet, I cherish my easel, my palette, my paint box, brushes, oils and wash tubs for they’ve been with me for ten long years. I’ve added a few colours and brushes a couple of times, otherwise it’s been the same kit all through the years.
At a time, when I had no idea of what oil painting is and what are even required to do one and no personal tutor to teach me, I had explored and set a painting work place all by myself. Not that I couldn’t have watched a beginner’s video or asked an expert, but I felt it interesting to do it my way. It was and is a journey to learn when round and flat brushes get along with the canvas, what’s a fan brush and a knife used for, which oil medium to be used…..and just all that little I know about oil painting today! Below is one of my early days’ paintings, when I was still unsure of how to hold the brush for a particular stroke.
It has been three years now since I had been in touch with painting. I didn’t think it was a good idea with a toddler around. The last one I started had been lying incomplete in my work room for long. And sadly, my painting kit too had been lying in my attic since then. This year, I’ve decided to wipe off the dormancy. And renew the kit too. So that has brought a new set of oil painting stuff home, the picture of which you see above along with the incomplete canvas. I know I shall cherish this set for another ten years.
Painting is like writing, to me. The joy is in the process; in the act of bringing the piece into a shape and render a fulfillment to the thought, the idea. Having done a close to hundred paintings, I do not wish to hold onto any of my finished canvases for they gave me the joy of painting and are ready to walk away. However, I do not wish to let go of the tools, for they are the ones which give me the joy I cherish every time I hold my paint brush.
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