Last night, feeling a bit off, I decided to shift my mood by tidying up my space. They say a clean, uncluttered space reflects a clear mind, and that idea always resonates with me.
Afterward, I reached for a small canvas, planning to paint something simple—my go-to remedy when I need a mood boost. But as I picked up the brush, that familiar hesitation set in—a feeling I’ve grown used to because of my colorblindness. Certain colors blur together for me, and distinguishing between shades can be tricky. This challenge has been with me since childhood. I vividly remember the day in school when we were asked to draw and color a tree, and I accidentally colored the leaves brown and the trunk green. That’s when I was diagnosed.
Still, my love for art never wavered. In those early years, I relied on my mom or sister to label my crayons with their corresponding colors. As I grew older, I learned to ask friends and family for confirmation, and they’ve always been understanding.
Last night was no different, but this time I made a conscious effort to let go of my worries and just let my creativity flow. A friend later pointed out that what I thought was yellow had turned out to be green, but the painting still had a dreamy, captivating quality to it. It felt freeing to create without overthinking, and for once, I managed to get the trees right! 😁
Might add a furry friend on the foreground later.
[Painting, Art, Acrylic, Color Blind, Mountain, Landscape]
