Painted Dreamscape

                                PAINTED DREAMSCAPE

One advantage of being able to paint is that you can literally paint your dreams into reality.

I started my first painting when I was too young. I found my kick in brushing down the dreams!
I tried colors to express by black and white dreams. And guess what? Soon my dreams were all about colors. My hands started having the urge to play with the brush. Gradually I started spending my days and nights with brushes colors and canvas.
Who says only books are the best friend a person can have? Trust me, paints can play the role too.

This is not a story of my life but my dreams and the most beautiful part of dreams is they're always unique just like an art and every dreamer is an artist.

So, I welcome you to a whole new weird zone, my dream world! Where I live in an alluring town which is surrounded by concrete lumps, pollution, hustle & bustle yet there's no disturbance and negativity.

I dream of painting and then I paint my dream!

In my teens, I used to repeatedly dream of being in a lush green bush/forest and come upon a river with beautiful sunflowers and birds sucking the nectar out of it. Now at the age of 21, I've finally brought that dream into daylight.

Those Who Speak Art as the Universal Language

In this way, I feel very connected with the artists I've met online. I guess we are all similar in some way. We may be shy or introverted, but also passionate and unconventional. We may be misunderstood by the outside world, but we understand each other, often without having to exchange many words. Art is a universal language.

The Outside World vs Inside the Studio

We painted dreams and how we wished they'd all come true.

We hoped for more than pallet brush and canvas could ever prove.

Well, maybe we could get our hopes up one more time.

Chasing the painting of a dream

Chasing the only thing that ever made sense to me

Oh, it is hard but it is easy

It might seem wrong but it's so right.

So let us conjure up the feeling

And paint the dreams that used to make us feel so alive

We flew so high, we didn't know limits existed,

Then I will dust my paint and brushes off

And I will dream again.