I wanted to paint today. I haven't felt this urge in years. The urge was so strong, I almost lost my mind when I didn't get hold of my sketching stuff. And finally after much drama, I managed to find what I was looking for in the loft. I thought, I would never ever want to draw again. The last time I did a sketch, a charcoal portrait of a gentleman, was almost 2 years back. (who hadn't been too gentle after all)
So I managed some dry pastels, and a sheet of paper. It didn't take me more than 12 minutes to finish what I wanted to create. The strokes were wild, my imaginations never stopped. There was never a moment when I paused and thought what to do next. And the result was in front of me. The portrait I did 2 years back.
What does it take to forget all?
Well, at times it takes a lifetime to forget something or someone. And at time, even a lifetime is not enough.
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