Live to live to a unique color according to your own eyes
Don’t try to judge good or bad by the number of resonators, you just need to live to a unique color according to your own eyes.
—July
01
I am a very confident girl. When I was young, I perfectly interpreted the word "young frivolity".
That's my story three or four years ago.
At that time, I was young and frivolous and didn't care about what other people said about their opinions and comments.
I insist on participating in the painting competition.
I sat in my seat, opened the envelope, my thoughts were clear, and I wanted to win the prize.
I quickly completed the work according to my understanding of colors. After drawing
, walk out of the examination room. I looked back and saw the painting that stood out and was different from the public.
I smiled gently and left the scene with ease.
I won the award.
I looked at the expressions of everyone when my painting was displayed on the big screen.
Some are surprised, some are excited, some are surprised, and some are puzzled.
I don’t care who resonates, I only care about the pride that belongs to me.
I held the trophy and was speechless in front of the camera. Just smiled and the applause was thunderous.
That year, I was young.
02
When you get the recognition of most people, the occasional disapproval will make you feel self-doubted.
Aware of my talent, my parents and teachers, sent me a painting class to try to make up for the previous loopholes. Although I did not express my opinion, I was actually very happy inside.
Because I like to draw and love to draw.
I sat down, painted the same basic painting as everyone else, and then went to the deep painting, and slowly began to draw objects, plaster, and characters. Then to watercolor, basic color matching, color formula, and understanding of painting, etc.
I have overcome all difficulties and my paintings will also be recognized by many people.
But there are always some discordant sounds. I didn't care because that was my work.
But by chance, my painting was criticized.
The reason is that the color is bold, discordant, and has no crossover.
My works have always been admired by many people, and this would be a bolt from the blue for me.
The first time I had doubts about myself, I changed my style.
I looked at the plain painting in my hand and suddenly felt that the sky was very dark at that time, so dark that I forgot the way I came.
That year was just the first year after I won the award.
03
I seem to have lost my previous courage and become no longer like myself.
I gradually became more able to listen to other people's opinions, although I did not agree with it.
I listened to the onlookers and turned the color into what they like and want.
I didn't know what color was at first, it seemed that all colors were the same.
I was completely confused about the mixed color. As long as the onlookers say it is OK, I think it is OK.
But I can’t paint independently, and I am full of doubts about myself.
When I want to start matching into other colors, I always need to ask.
asked them how they thought this, and the colors they matched always feel indescribable.
anyway, it's not my work, it's their work, it's just drawn through my hands.
I dare not change it without authorization because I am afraid that they will frown and look at it for a long time and ask me if it looks good.
I seem to have no courage at that time and the courage to change my style.
I seem to be starting to care about everyone's evaluation of my drawings.
That year was the first three months I wanted to participate in the competition.
04
I do not belong to others, I only belong to myself.
I don’t need too many people to recognize, as long as I can convince myself, I should do it.
I began to rethink whether I am suitable for this field.
Here is no longer the feeling I first came here, it has become like hell torture me.
I have mastered the knowledge, but I don’t want to follow the conventional drawing method. No one seems to understand my understanding of colors.
I looked at those paintings that everyone disapproved and stood in the wind and thought for a long time.
I think about my original intention, the hard work I have paid, and my future.
I stood in the wind with my pigment on my back, holding the hospital report sheet, and decided to let myself go.
I started practicing drawing myself, regaining my previous feelings, repeatedly testing, repeatedly groping, and repeatedly matching the colors.
seems to have begun to gloss my long-buried dream.
I drew one after another and practiced again and again.
From basic to deep, it is bit by bit, one by one, a little soft and a little tough. Although
will still be confused, at least you won’t feel powerless.
Three months later, I returned to the examination room.
Open the envelope, I took a deep breath, created my own work, and I began to draw my dreams.
2 slightly and steadily, only following my inner thoughts, painting my works.
No matter what the result is, the picture of is my youth .
It presents my broken dreams and those discordant sounds.
to the end, I took a deep breath and left the examination room.
I still look back and look at the painting that stands out but is much more detailed than that.
finally shed the tears that should have shed long ago.
That year, I won the award again and gained real confidence with those colors that belong to me.
does not have to judge right or wrong with the number of resonators. You just need to live in your own color according to your own perspective.
If no one appreciates it, then plant your own flowers and love your universe.
