Sugandha learnt painting by observing the Nature, it’s pain, it’s happiness and it’s experiences… She knew whatever she is seeing around was supposed to painted, supposed to be drawn to become a master. Practicing is the key and with practise comes consistency of effort!
Oneday her close brother said her … You want to paint ? I will teach you but be regular and be consistent and do whatever is being asked you to …
Days passed by and together they learnt to paint … they learnt to use water colour, learnt several brush techniques, mandala art, wax colour, drawing figurines, still life, sketching and many more… Using different mediums and art slowly started to mingle with craft like- making roses, stitching on cloth and many more… School art and craft had to be completed and here they could complete all and every… Days passed by…
One day instead of the brush , pencil and pen in his brother’s hand sugandha seen some medicines, doctors prescription… curious to know more she asked her mother what was the matter… what happened to her brother… She was handed the prescription as everyone found the words written to be tricky and with lot of complexity… she googled and understood something was written about the left Optical nerve (The nerve above the left eye) … but she found it really difficult to actually decode the meaning.. she asked elders too and they said nothing to be confirmed until next meet with the doctor… The doctor gave few medicines which has to be taken carefully…
Days passed by… It was revealed to be fatal disease.. sugandha couldn’t believe her ears.. what will happen to her paintings her incomplete ones .. the new forms of art which her brother promised to teach her . What will happen to the Jasmine flowers she was learning to make ? Won’t it be a garland now? Who will tell all her mistakes and rectify them in the process… Before this she never knew this particular disease to be this fatal… So there was always a scope of hope from her side… She believed things might be better… Her brother might be active again paint again and complete all the incomplete ones!
The elders of the family knew reality… They knew his days are numbered..
It was a journey of 8 long months and one evening she and her family got the news of the brother’s passing away . The brother didn’t complete the painting and ahh with too much pain in his heart he so much tear he had to leave … Unwilling.. and it was so difficult yet it had to be accepted…
Sugandha felt out of place! Nothing seemed right nothing seemed worthwhile.. with studies and only studies she planned to give up painting… Forever!
Forever? Asked her mind .. yes forever.. who will motivate me .. who will give the much needed rectifications… who who who …. tears rolled down!
Sugandha met with her future husband within the family scenario… She fell in love and yes she said to make the greatest sacrifice by leaving painting…
Yes, who knows from where sugandha suddenly got gallons of motivation… after a certain word of exchange she knew painting has to be continued… for him for her and creativity has to be there..
There is no death for creativity! There cannot be death of an artist ! She knew this is artists call… another call which cannot be ignored! And thus her painting’s journey began again.
Early Morning Memories 
2 responses to “The Rebirth of Art”
Very touching piece of writing.Reflection of your love for art,the creative skill.
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Thank you so much ma’am 😊
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