kiddie work

This is the art work of Zach, my 6 year old nephew. I actually got his mail just a few days ago. I couldn’t help but smile at his drawing. His drawing visualizes a scene of me, him (Zach) and Cheska, her little sister playing on the playground. That’s what we used to do when I spend my vacation there at their place. His drawing reminded me of a lot of things, how happy we are when we are playing, making a fool out of ourselves. At my age, it reminded me of that certain feeling, the feeling of being a kid again, not minding the worldly responsibilities and even for a while, I could feel that life isn’t so complicated after all.
I guess just like me, Zach also has that love for drawing and artsy things; I think he got the potential too. Hmmm.. I guess it’s in the genes already—that love for drawing, colors and the arts per se. All I’m trying to say is, even little kids do have their own work of genius too. No matter what age a person may be, art would surely be expressed in a lot of ways. And this is art according to my six-yr-old nephew, just one of his many works of art.

Rainbow burst

http://www.bradford.gov.uk/leisure_and_culture/culture_and_creativity/spiritedarts.htm

Colors make one’s portrait come alive. It makes the scenery bright and radiant if there are colors in it. It sweeps away the dullness and the sadness one is experiencing. I have noticed that the colors that a painter uses in his works depict his or her mood while doing it. If the colors used are quite gloomy and the result of the work is just so-so, then that may reflect the true mood of the one who did that. If the colors used are marvelously vibrant and the work of art is utterly splendid, one can sense the mood by just a mere glance at the art work; it depicts joy and happiness.

It made me think of it. In life, how I wish it would just be oh so colorful everyday, that there will be no ominous days—that life would just be filled with wonderful bursts of colors and say send-off those black and dark colors. I must admit, colors give meaning to one’s life; vibrant colors means happiness and dull colors give a-not-so-happy thoughts. As they say, different colors have different meanings and have their own corresponding significance. I love it when the colors are mixed up together, it certainly does construct the meaning of art. Different colors come intertwined it’s as if it creates a magical mystery behind.

Even candies also have a taste of art!

Yummy-licious candies, a treat for the taste buds; such an attractive delight both to the kids and adults. As pleasing as they may seem, amazingly enough, even candies have those undeniably artsy prints and stuffs with it. See, arts can be evenly seen everywhere—from billboards to posts, from walls to corridors, fashion prints, and even candies too have a touch of art. Because of the thing called art, colors spurt everywhere and I mean anywhere. Art does not merely engage in frames or walls, it goes along with anything. Colors sure do come alive with the use of art and designs just like these candies; jellybeans also remind me of art and how colourful each jellybean can be depending on its flavor. Having art designs and colors on candies make them more delectable and more appealing to the people of every age.

fight for my heart

http://www.fanpop.com/spots/peyton-sawyers-art/links/3055408

If you’re an avid fan of one tree hill like me, you probably would notice this drawing once you set eyes on it. If you’re thinking that this is one of the works of Peyton Sawyer (played by Hilarie Burton), indeed, you are right. Just to give a background, Peyton’s character in one tree hill is a girl who definitely has passion towards arts and music. Usually, she expresses her emotions through her drawings and abstract works.
I found this drawing while I was surfing the net; I was astounded to find a site or a fanpop for that matter that features peyton’s art. I certainly am truly awed by her drawings throughout the whole one tree hill season episodes; her love for art is evidently seen by her superb works. No words need to be said, she simply unleashes her true emotions in her works.

A dash of color

picture taken from: 2008 Art Therapy Association of Colorado

I guess my passion for arts, painting and stuffs related to these had always been there. Since childhood, I used to draw, color and paint. Anything that comes into my mind and if I’m in the mood for doing art stuffs, then I’d quickly find pieces of paper, grab a pencil or coloring materials and the next thing that happens, I’m there on the table or floor sketching and doing artsy things. Even if my drawings and paintings are quite nonsense way back childhood, still I call it my work of art. Then I grew up, I still have that innate passion for paintings and colors; this time, I call my ‘works of art’ my so-called-masterpiece.

share the love

Love..
.. such a simple word ..
.. makes the world go round ..
.. is supposed to make everyone happy ..
.. should be shared to all mankind ..
.. need not to be selfish ..
.. is all we need ..

The love for ballet

Graceful movements, pirouettes, slinky posture, classical music, colourful tutus, ballet shoes, tights and leotards – all these encompasses a ballerina. How awesome is it to see a ballerina dancing on a stage; the movements are free flowing, like a chiffon cotton cloth being blown by the wind. Ballet stage plays just merely catches the hearts of every audience; awed and mystified by the beauties of each ballerina and how timeless and classy they move. I admire ballerinas because they seem to be graceful at all times; just there mere fact that they do ballet makes them so amazing.
I was once a ballerina in my own little way. I used to have those ballet lessons when I was still in pre-school or maybe that was like my elementary years. Attending ballet classes was fun but I guess I did not realize it’s worth way back. I used to enjoy every ballet classes I used to attend every after school. I liked having those colourful tights and leotards; I had like a number of them. I loved my pink ballet shoes. I enjoyed recitals and I get challenged by the thought of it. The sad part is, I stopped ballet lessons mainly because the little girl me that time got tired with the kind of schedule I used to have. Mom used to tell me that I got tired of doing it and that I want to stop ballet lessons. Well, when I got older, I realized that the decision that I had years ago was a wrong move. I regret why I stopped attending ballet lessons. What can I do, I was just a kid, not thinking about the decisions to be made. Maybe for me that time, it was a good decision to stop but actually it’s not. I wish I could just go back in time and erase that part when I made my not so good decision about quitting the whole ballet thing.
Years may go by but still my love for dancing and ballet will forever be there. It didn’t matter if I stopped way back but the thought of it that I experienced doing ballet, doing the moves and pirouettes, then I can say that it’s enough for me. My love for ballet and dancing as a whole would forever be there. I will always love stage plays, theatre acts, movies which has something to do with dancing and stuffs like that. Two thumbs up and full applause to the ballerinas out there. I simply adore you all.