I was walking down the street,
and I looked inside of window shops.
Aimlessly..
When I stood in front of one art gallery…
an art starts to talk to me... and asked me...

Do you remember when you were a kid?
And I answer quietly in my heart...
Yes I remember that time so long time ago
when I took pencil inside of my hand
and dance with it on my block of papers.

I asked myself do you think you still remember it?
And very unsurely I answered...well, maybe yes...
and I let thoughts to fight inside of me till time,
I went inside of one shop to buy all
what I needed for trying it again...

I think we are all artists...
A beautiful thing about painting I found is the energy
flooding over me.
Emotions put in each touch of pencil on paper…
some shallow, some deeper...
highlights and shadows of each one...

Does art have to come to a perfection and good technique?
We all have our visions and appreciation for beauty
As well as each of us is unique.
Try some creativity this month... and enjoy of making it,
The action of doing it has more value...
Sometimes more than final product ;-)