When I am old, I am still interested in painting, but the hand that picked up the brush began to become lazy, which is not bad for my increasingly busy adult life. Sometimes when I feel depressed or bored and lonely, I will pick up a brush and draw at will. I always feel that my level is still in my childhood, and I am a little white, but I am simply happy.
In the first three months of pregnancy, because of the risk of miscarriage, the doctor suggested cultivating at home. Leading humanity, let me work at home, hold a brush when I rest, often draw pictures to relax, and chat comfortably. Or oil painting, or colored lead, whatever you want.
Painting is like an old friend to me. I told her about my anxiety during pregnancy and immersed myself in communication with her. It is safe and comfortable, just like the spring breeze. For the zero-based Xiaobai, I don't care about other people's comments and enjoy the charm of painting time.
I sorted out some of my exercises as a souvenir. I hope I can tell my baby the mood of painting at that time in the future, and I hope I can clear my mind and learn to paint from scratch.