My First Time in Forever Experience Sip and Paint

Once, there was this kid, who used to be an artist. Ever since he could remember, he’d loved to draw, paint, and just drown in the colours. His room was filled with sketches, colours, and doodles all over his walls. His friends called him “ARTIST” and his teachers always praised his creativity. But as he grew older, things changed. School became tougher, his friends grew more interested in sports and video games, and he began to slowly drift away from his art. Slowly, he started drawing less and less. His paints dried up in the drawers, his pencils gathered dust, and his sketchbooks became buried under textbooks, assignments and under the mattress. By the time he reached high school, he barely thought about art at all.

One day, his art teacher, noticed he wasn’t signing up for art class projects like he used to. She approached him and said, “You used to have this amazing spark! How come I don’t see you doodling as much?” And just to avoid getting into the conversation about this topic, the boy opted art as the subject. Though he submitted all the work by the deadline, he felt forced to do it. Though he got full grades in art yet he felt the emptiness.

School got over, he got into college, forgot about art again. When one suddenly one of his teachers sent an image that said “Recruiting interns” for an art brand namely, Pouls.of.art, with a caption from the teacher that said “Anyone who is good with art pls consider”. The boy seized the opportunity and got into the work.
He then started working with the brand and attending the events. Not too long ago he was invited as a participant to create a piece in the workshop called “Sip and Paint”. It was a winter themed piece with the normal acrylic medium. The instructions were directed by Shreya in a very easy to grasp way but he totally forgot to pay attention to the instructions, the reason? It was because the feeling of holding the brush and have no care in the world but just whispering with the colours, which weren’t the ones that dried up in his drawer was magical.

The team was very active and helpful, they knew exactly when someone needed anything at all. At the end, the boy sighed in bliss when he looked at what he had created. And that is how he got to have a conversation with his art again.

The boy was me,

AND IT WAS ALL MAGICAL.