vincent

i never liked bubble dresses or skirts. they're just not made for certain people, including myself. but i couldn't resist the riot of colours. this reminded me of something i did in school. i enjoyed arts class alot and i did fairly fine. i was no van gogh, of course. i was good in select medium... is this the right term? i remember my ma enrolled us for arts class when we're small. i even participated in some competition. we're given the theme and a picture to 'memorise', that's how my memory served me. i did horribly.

i did better as i got older but i was better only at 'copying' images. the few things i did decently were pencil sketching and still life water-colour painting. the only freehand art piece that i didn't do horribly was the result of dipping my brushes into tubs of paints and then dabbing them all over the paper.