“When life throws thorns, hunt for roses.” – Anonymous
Hello Hivers!
For this weekend, I am traveling again. But this time, a journey that will not take my feet to places, but rather my hander to wander to color such a blank canvas and fill it up with beauty. I hope it won't bore you though.
Would you like to join?
Well, let me take you with me as I explore this colorful excursion with artistic encounters. Yes, literally "artistic". As I sit in the corner of my room, which is my favorite spot, turn the radio on and listen to old songs, I will travel with my paintbrush as it explores every corner of the empty canvas.
Today, I gave this bag a touch of rose.
And I have been painting this subject, for the nth time, I guess.
I have always been trying my best effort to gather all the beautiful colors to paint a plain and boring something into a beautifully painted object. And a girl's bag is my favorite, has always been my favorite.
I have been working on this painting for two days last week. I rest every once in a while that's why it took me that long.
And once I get back to my " work in progress", I am always recharged and inspired with every brush stroke. I chose the color pink because I want this bag to make her become the best possible feminine look she can ever have.
A " halfway there" smile 😁
My heart is always happy whenever I am with my paint buddies. There's just this unexplainable sparkle of magical glitters that entices my soul every time I am painting.
I played with a little touch of shadows and lightness in it so to add life to how it will look. I guess they are big factors.
And I wanted the rose to be highlighted more so I added a dark blue background to it. I was smiling as I saw it was almost done.
And then I added droplets of water, which make it realistic. I hope it gave justice to the "realism" I thought I gave to it.
And finally, she's done! Just hang in there, beautiful. Let me stare at you for a little while. Let my soul soak in the beauty you glamorously possess. Let it wash away all the thorns life has been throwing at me.
You are a beautiful reminder that life is a matter of perspective. That either:
“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.” ~Abraham Lincoln
This hand-painted bag will be given to a dear friend of mine. I hope this will be a beautiful reminder for her every time that life throws thorns at her, may she never forget to always hunt for the rose.
