Sometime in early 2011, I was waiting for a friend while working on my transfer application papers in a cafe. I think I haven't been sleeping too well, taking 20+ credits that semester. I looked up from my papers to take a break, then, it happened.
The scene around me turned dark, every thing within my vision shifted into blocks of colors.
The busy cafe suddenly silenced.
Sometimes the memory is so vivid, I wish to paint like the image I see. I try in some elements, mostly in the landscapes. But, if I had truly tried to paint like what I saw that day, I would have to break entirely out of my comfort zone, calling myself a "semi-realist" would not be suitable anymore. I do hope to take upon that challenge soon, and see where it takes me.
I guess it's also another piece of the puzzle in my "letting go" proess. It's exciting, and at the same time, evokes anxiety.