The Painting That Altered My World — And Could Transform Yours Too!

Four years ago, I went to an art class in London. Little did I know that this seemingly ordinary session would leave an indelible mark on my creative journey, forever altering the way I approached art and life. Our task was simple yet daunting: replicate a given picture using paint. I felt a knot of nerves tighten in my stomach. My painting HAD to be flawless, a mirror image of the original. Every stroke, every hue, every line, it had to be perfect. I called out to the teacher repeatedly, seeking validation for every brushstroke. I had succeeded in faithfully reproducing the beautiful tree that had been our subject. But before I could bask in my accomplishment, my art teacher approached me. She placed a large brush in my hand and, with a mischievous glint in her eye, splattered the center of my canvas with a bold red stroke. I was speechless. My eyes locked in disbelief. Why on earth did she do that?! I thought, “I didn’t deserve this!”. She simply smiled and uttered those words that would echo in my mind for years to come: “There… It looks better now! That’s Art. Relax and enjoy the process.” As I left the studio, I contemplated leaving the painting behind, a silent protest to the unexpected intrusion of imperfection. I rushed outside. During the bus ride back, I remember holding the artwork facing me so that none of the passengers could see it. I complained about it to my close circle and hid the painting away. I almost forgot about it. <a href="https://medium.com/@luciana.younis/the-painting-that-altered-my-world-and-could-transform-yours-too-4e8cd977757a">Read More</a>