My name is Priyanka and I am what people call a struggling artist.My artistic journey started when I was a junior in collage so clueless about my classes. Never did I imagine a Beginners guide to animation would change my insight to life. From squiggling silly cartoons to charcoal sketching, I was on the highway to becoming ME!
It’s been 10 years now. I can confidently say I’ve improved, at an amateur level of course. From sketching, I’ve moved on to painting (It’s been three years). Abstract and landscape being my favorite. I spend hours after work (my second love is teaching Commerce at a PU college) painting what I feel. Some people would say my work worries them (because of my painting called “Deeply Depressed”), others would say I paint/sketch what they cannot even dream of doing. I would say I’m in touch with my emotions and I rather display them in my work that talk about it.
A few months back I came across this quote “Art should disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed”. And then it hit me, Art was and is my salvation. From a disturbed teen, lost, constantly looking for a beacon, I grew into an even more troubled adult but I had ART that kept me grounded. In my 10 years of being an art junkie, I met a lot of people who helped me up my game. Selling my work was something I never really cared to do. All I wanted to do was paint to keep my sanity.
Every piece that I do is a challenge. I’m at battle with myself when it comes to the medium I should use, the canvas size, the colors etc. But once that brush hits the canvas, I’m, as my mom would say “gone into a trance”. Ive a total of 8 painting, all done on stretch canvas hanging around my very own gallery (my house). And every painting has a story of its own to tell.
Pinterest is my chief influence and the various street exhibitions I attend. To this day, I always tell people that Painting found me. As I look at my easel, my recent work proudly displayed, I cannot count the number of times I’ve lost myself in my work. My grandmother was my biggest fan. And I’m hoping she’s looking down and giving ma latest effort “Through Autumn” a thumbs up.
I see myself painting 50 years (if I live that long) down the lane. My children following my footsteps. And that would be my proudest moment. Watching them phase out from this reckless world into something, they created for themselves.