Some of you may not know this about me but I used to be pretty good at drawing back in the days. I loved using a black pen to make sketches of whatever that captured my interest and mostly, if nothing captivated me, I would draw my left hand or draw the eyes from a face because it helped me to practice on getting the shadings right. But, the best part of studying Art in high school was when I get the chance to work using the oil paint. I loved getting my hands dirty and my uniform wasted with those un-washable colours.

Honestly, sometimes I don’t understand the meaning or “art” these days. Tumblr is an excellent example where vomits of these self-proclaimed definitions of art are being published all the time. Photography of nude girls in a with an empty look in their eyes are depicted as art.  Pictures of the sky with “interesting” colours are called art. Even scribbles of lines with some shapes are considered as art.

Henry Matisse and Pablo Picasso were the people that we studied back then. Now those were proper artists. Revolutionaries in their respective eras.

I just don’t get what the hell is wrong with today’s creations. But maybe they should not be understood. They can only be appreciated.

I can only thank Mrs. Jackson and Mrs. Elford for making the classes extremely fun in an otherwise dull desert environment in which we all lived in and inspiring me to learn about classical art - the real form of beauty created by the strokes of a brush on a canvas.