Life Update 2020

Hello there my people… I’m sorry I’ve been completely away from here. I hope you’re doing fine. These are some tough times, hang in there, May God help you through this.

I have been working on my art, my work front (professional) and also learning & improving on creating illustrations. This is my new joy lately especially when I have no me-time almost everyday, this is my easy escape to just doodle & draw away without anyone sneaking on my vibe. My creativity doesn’t do well when I’m interrupted or my space is intruded. I prefer having no one around me when I lose myself in my flow process of either deep writing or painting. It’s not happening !

Thanks to the lockdowns. (Being very sarcastic here). But grateful anyway for God’s still wonderful to me.

Please check my latest work on :

Instagram : @lea_artista and @leee.vibes

Trust me, you won’t regret it. God bless you. Take care. I will return to this, when I feel I’m in a better space to dedicate more time to this. Please don’t forget me completely.

Life is imperfect art.

Oh what a beautiful chaos!
How can the greatest perfect potter of all create something as imperfectly real as me ?
I’m amazed. I love the abstract art He created.
Hah! I’m learning to love me like how He see’s me.
Imperfect, cracked, tarnished, gracefully varnished, coloured, discolored, painted , remoulded, burnt, and plastered & torn apart and brought together anew.
How brilliant is this ?
Life is art at work.

My life..my art.

Such a beautiful principle to use for normal day to day life, there’s alot that goes into a failed art , sometimes even the same amount of paints and materials that a masterpiece would need, but probably there’s a technique or detail or a small stroke gone wrong somewhere, that makes it feel incomplete.
While, when it comes to art , I believe even the most lousy art can be transformed and recreated into something breathtaking. And there’s really no failure to see there. A failure merely is a challenge to take a higher risk and work it out into something unpredictably perfect or almost perfect. Every ruin is so beautiful, why should that be only in an archaeological or art perspective?
Look at you, your life, look around, there’s tons of things gone wrong, tons of disappointments, tons of failures, tons of stagnant life situations, tons of pessimistic vibes….
Why stay stuck & gloomy ? When you have the ability to transform this into something no one can fathom to reason , go and just do it. Get your hands dirty, mind into an overdrive of possibilities, thoughts synced on optimism and eyes solely focused on the task at hand and the visison in your head. Let your heart guide you to places imperfect seeking some repair and recreation.
Your life is your art. There is simply no setback that you cannot transform into something surreal. Define your existence with your capabilities that you have to discover in your lifetime of living. Live today hoping and thinking of all the endless possibilities of what you can do, what you want to do and what makes you burn and feel alive.
Choose that fire. Let it burn.
Passion can take you to places you have only dreamt about, passion can create your universe.
It’s not so easily found by all, but those who have found their’s should cherish it- what a wonderful magnificent gift they hold!
Life is this art that you should be infinitely passionate about to live happily and humbly.

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Art heals.

Well when I look at this,
I see rage, hatred, frustrations and the need to stab.

The poor paper took all the wrath and turned all that negativity that was killing me on a bad day (that I can’t recall at all at the moment.), into something beautiful.
The days of the breakthrough.

Honestly now that I think of it, art has helped me grow so much into being more at peace with my soul.

Bad days don’t last. And in time you won’t even remember them. You won’t remember feeling hurt or agitated or needing to face punch anyone.

You will forgive but sometimes not forget.

You will find peace and smile at the raging storms.

Somehow all that happens to you is the best thing happening to you.

The good, the bad, the falls, the climb, the soaring or the passive times,
everything , everything is needed to shape you.
We feel that sometimes some right things dont happen to us at the time we feel is right.
But that’s your head pushing you to think and believe that. That is you wanting to be treated at someone else’s clock. No! Their time is not your time. Their life is not your life.
Your Destiny is yours and the life you make is also yours.
Learn to keep the line and be mindful always to remember to not cross this.
Don’t muddle with the boundaries of want and desires, and needs and wishes and hopes, and what is realistically happening at a pace you should accept willingly.
Believe that good things are happening, work on greater better things, work on you. Always.

Turn all that negativity into productivity. For me painting helps with that aspect. Find your channel of rooting this energy into something magical and healing. Invest that sulking time into something that gives ypu immense peace. You will find that solace, keep looking , be observant of what makes you smile, happy and peaceful.

Every day is a journey of learning something new from you, from new & old people , from nature, from God, from things that our ordinary lives hold and bring to us.

Stop judging you and stop judging everyone. That’s the enemy that keeps breaking in to make you feel restless.

Stay blest.

Process of creation.

Peeekaaboooo peonies ..😘😘😘..

Honestly I wasn’t really sure I could paint them okayishly… buh I think they turned out pretty cute after the layering… Trust me it looks easy. It’s so not. Unless you’re a floral art expert.
I’m not. That’s what managing to pull off a risk looks like.
Often in Art we take risks. Because it’s fascinating and curiously thrilling to try new things, try them till we learn them thoroughly and then move onto new other things. Because once we are comfortable with a certain skill, techniques it kinda becomes a tad bit boring to continue to do the same over and over, unless we are people who like that. But for people like me, the more we learn, the more we challenge ourselves, the more eager we are to find what else we are capable of doing, it’s fun and stressful, but truly more fun than stressful.

Art invites you to take a plunge into an unknown wild imagination and then it won’t guide you, but maddeningly pull you into it’s abyss, until you deliberately find a song into the depths of something so infinite and magical.

There’s probably nothing more enchanting and powerful than knowing that you are capable of creating something.
Whether a Chef, a baker, an artist, a potter … a mother.

You are creators of magical infinity contained in your output .

What is even more fascinating is the process of creation.
I think the one who could explain magic is probably an expecting mother, ask her how she feels to be a home to a lil human growing in her.

Ask a Chef how it feels to put different condiments, spices, ingredients together and toss it into a scrumptious ecstasy.

Ask a potter how they mould their clay, and work with the finer details.

Ask a carpenter how he carves onto wood and create something that lasts for generations to use.

Ask an artist how meditative the process of living amidst a zillion colours in different mediums, over variety of structures, plains and papers feels like ?

An ARTIST can be a creator of art or a performer , so ask a performer how it feels to make a fictional character realistic.

A sculptor, a builder, an architect, a painter, an inventor..etc. Ask them about the process of creation. How truly mind boggling it is .

No! I’m not a pro, yet. Neither am I comparing my work with other artists. Why ? Because no two artists are the same.
Just like each one of us, are unique, so is every creation. Every creator puts a distinct part of themself into their art. So if you are comparing my middle to someone else’s mastered art, then don’t. We belong to the same family, the artists, but we each are different, we learn from each other, but we create our own. And it always has a part of us in it.

-Leandra.

Art can never be ruined.

Art can never be ruined.

If anything it can be redone and renewed. 

A canvas once completed can totally be re- made into a new one. 

Somewhere the old will be the underlying meaning to define the new.
You can always layer up your art, till your heart feels content.
Even in the ruins there’s so much art.

Only a creative heart will see the endless possibilities 

where someone might see none whatsoever.
Abstract art is an art of emotions taking charge, 

letting you unwind and let your soul design something 

unseen , unthinkable and alluring.
Fascinating as much as art is, it has no boundaries.

Limitless as one can state, art has no horizon .

If you want to, you can create something /anything  from nothing.
Sometimes even our minds stop functioning,

but our hands wont. 

It’s like they have a mind of their own.
They will toss and turn,

hustle and burn,

and scrape out the damage done,

cut the beauty, rearrange and still be calm.
Dear artist,

the world will challenge you, your work.

Even the ruins they see will make you wonder 

is it really worthless?
No! It ain’t. You have infinite power to redeem and remake and redesign and recreate what looks dull and lifeless into something lively and thriving.
And yet you can choose to not alter the basic elements of what one may call ruin, because you can see the beauty that a normal eye will never be able to fathom.
It is ok. To love every bit of your journey. Because in a life like yours, nothing is a ruin, ever. Not even you and most definitely not your work.
Much love,

An awakening artist.  
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Life will throw a thousand tantrums and some you will endure, some you will fight, some you will accept. That on a journey of self discovery one should never give up , no matter how many odds we face, we have it in us to face all demons and find ourselves and be what we are meant to be. Disappointments will grace us but if we focus on what goal we have set, we will find our way to achieve it, eventually. 

So right from the ruins we can grow our garden of infinite possibilities, harness goodness and positivity, motivate the one’s that need a push, and restore what is craving a healing touch. 

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(Kind of getting my vibes from Moana -a disney movie here. Do watch it. It’s a beautiful story. I do have a review written on it. )

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Art will find you.

Reminders…. 🍁🍁 ..

● It’s okay to sometimes have a hard time choosing your colours.

● It’s okay to try using new color schemes, learn new techniques and mess up a tad bit.

● It’s okay to feel anxious and worried after a “no mood, nothing good” vibe.

● It’s okay to find it difficult to sometimes start, improvise and thrive . 

● It’s okay to look around, feel overwhelmed with the level of creativity and intensity your fellow artists work with. 

● It’s okay, to sometimes just stand there, hold your palette and be mesmerized with the hues at hand, that confuse you with what to start and how to end. 

● It’s okay. It is completely okay.

Smile. When the going gets tough , you can always start with your comfort colour. 

Mine is yellow.
What about you ?
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Tiny details – more life.

Doesn’t this look like a card ?

Even though the edges of an unused canvas have the remains of my last paintings, 

I can’t stop staring at these tiny bits,

that make me sigh in contentment.

When I see them ,

even the tiniest drop of colour,

inspires me,

ignites my spirit,

sets ablaze my being,

it’s like sometimes 

I just can’t control,

this maddening 

urge to paint something, 

anything, everything.

If nature had no colour, 

would it still refuel you and me ?

if my edges won’t have the remains,

would I still fall in love with my work ?

if you have no scars,

would you still have a story 

worth feeling proud about?

if you stack away the remains,

would you still manage to live 

without doubts ? .

Sometimes

things, set us free,

things that go unnoticed,

things that we fail to observe,

those tiny simple things 

that when chosen

make the most perfect choices,

those tiny details 

that make a difference.

Live… acknowledge.. the tiny details.. stay happy… be at peace..

Realising what her soul needs.

Impending decisions

hurting her brain,

squeezing her heart,

shattered expectations,

endless rains,

ruining her fresh starts,

wishing and praying,

for ways unseen,

to know how to save 

what’s buried deep within ?

breaths so deep,

shudders of panic,

remorse and regrets,

hurting golden reflects,

slave of chosen thorns,

how to undo not being the hopeless pawn?

Conjure the courage,

hustle, you are brave,

hush the storms,

darling just salvage,

what screams for attention,

let it be sought,

for she is there amidst your wrongful retorts,

not lost, not broken, 

just awaiting,

for you to let the door be open,

and not leave her to rot.
_ L E A N D R A _

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Before I dive in my write up… let’s read this convo between me and my talented artist friend.

Kim : Check this out . ( A canvas of brilliant work of art )

Me: ***Mesmerised. And sad.***

Makes me want to be an artist. For life.

Kim : I know right!

Me: I wish… I so damn wish  I could go back in time and change fate.

(Inner voice screaming darling it’s never too late.)

Kim : Sometimes even I wish the same but then I remember all that we chose before, brings us to be what we are today.

Me: True that. If I dint have regrets, I’d not have a blog, I’d never know what writing meant to me.

“”””sigh”””

Ok, (deep breath) … It’s not too late to be an artist. Weirdly even today morning I ordered more artistic stuff. Seems like we don’t need a qualification to create. We can do that anywhere, anytime, because being an artist is being born to be one, no one can make you that if you don’t have that passion, that fire.

Kim : Oh Yes True! It’s the best thing we can give back of all that we’ve been given…. the experiences and the choices!

Me: You know, you give me hope when I lose mine. Thanks.

Kim : Same here darling, You’ve always inspired me. . even though we’re like not close friends , it feels I’ve known you like always! .. Thank Youuu!

Me: (I know the feeling… its because our spirits are sisters… )

Thank you too …

Other than that convo, I kinda revealed to my best friend whom I’ve been avoiding for days, because of her super powers of reading me, that I am not happy.

This past month I’ve been home, each day gave me a glimpse of who I am, who I truly am.

A girl with a spirit of an artist, writer and love for music. Passionate and peace loving.

Even though she had the right brain to tackle the tough life she always wanted, or so she thought, somehow she had let her true self be buried, she chose her brain over her heart,

and for the past 3 years it’s been her constant battle. She knew she wasn’t happy, always frustrated and tired of the stressful life.

Even though she worked smoothly in her work life, she knew this was not what she would love to do for life. And that reasoning was something she kept running from.

How can she undo the damage done, 3 years too late to realise,

or has life indeed given her a chance?

How will she face the questions and the society and her family?

When she thinks of the impending decisions,

she wonders if choosing is even a choice.

 

Working with all your heart, brings solace , a profound happiness.

But can she choose that ?

As much as her friend told her to grow a thick skin and face her demons.

Is it worth the risk ?

To see everyone looking at you like a failure, to see the crestfallen gaze of her parents,

She fumbles with the thoughts of broken expectations,

and fears not knowing the answer to –

how will she make them proud again ?

will this be enough ?

Painting is therapy #3

When frustration and anger turns into something productive… It’s been long since we had a date… DEAR COLOURS , even though it was alil rusty, we made it .

I guess we need more time together….

Don’t you think ?
Oh right, next time I won’t come to you all grumpy.
Well even if I do……. I’m sure you’ll help me forget. You always do.
Since it was never a break up, just a break…. we do have a forever thing going right?
Atleast some relationships dont create rough patches in time.
Your’s always,

_ L E A N D R A _

(From Lizart diaries)
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