Art has always been my escape and my expression. Since I was a little child, my fingers gravitated toward crayons, chalks, and paints. To me, a blank white paper is not empty; it is a canvas waiting for a soul. In this feature, I share my journey with watercolor and charcoal medium.
Watercolors are beautifully unpredictable. Unlike acrylics or oils, water has a life of its own. It flows, bleeds, and blends in ways that teach me patience. I often paint landscapes of our beautiful school campus or the rural outskirts of Purnea. The reflection of sunlight on wet green grass, or the rustic orange sky of a monsoon evening are my favorite subjects. Each stroke is a conversation between my feelings and the water.
Charcoal, on the other hand, is bold and dramatic. With simple black sticks, I can create deep shadows and bright highlights that carry intense emotions. I love sketching faces of people—showing the wrinkles of wisdom in an old farmer's face or the shining eyes of a street child playing. Art is not just about making pretty pictures; it is about telling stories that cannot be put into words. I hope my tryst with colors inspires fellow students to pick up a brush and draw their own worlds.
