My work in the interior. Made in mixed media, watercolors and pastels.
For some reason, my progress in the direction of dancing gradually flows into the direction of vocals. It's not the first time I've noticed this. It sounds fun and quite simple)) If not for one but. I can't sing. For some reason, I have a very big failure in this field. I've dreamed of singing since I was a child. As I grew up, my desire to become a famous singer grew. But my ability to sing was shut down.
At some point, I found myself crying when I sang any song. Although the meaning of the song was not sad. I'm very shy about singing in front of other people. And each time I overcome my fears and limitations. As a result, to sing, I strain myself so much psychologically that I get very tired of it. The regularity of classes is out of the question. I'm afraid to sound in space. For some reason, I believe that my voice brings great suffering to others. I don't think singers have such problems))
Many years have passed in my aspiration to sing beautiful songs. In my case, working with a psychologist helps me a lot. Still, the main obstacle lies there. Every year I feel more relaxed about what I can sound, and my voice does not bring suffering. The pleasure of singing begins to open up to me. Maximalism does not give rest. I want everything at once.
Intermediate stage of work. It all started with spots. Then various images came to my mind, which I tried to fit in this format. Then comes a more elegant formulation of the thought. Connect all the participants of the composition using a color.
And I decided on this option.