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Painting, A Unique Journey Each Time!

Nov 18, 2024
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By Amra Malick


Embarking on a journey;

This journey is of painting;

From childhood to forever;

So expressive and full of adventurous;

To Match the colour in the mind;

Making shades and shades of colour;

Sometimes fun and sometimes tiring;

Infinite Colours suddenly like puzzle pieces;

How to arrange, to solve this puzzle picture?

Like the phrase this comes to mind;

The world having collection of reference;

A form of painting scene in front of eyes;

These are some moments of this adventurous journey!


How not to mention;

The ideas that just pouring in the mind, when I dont have the time to paint;

So irritating and yet so fun;

The paintings keep forming and arising;

From anything, anywhere and by anyone!

The painting in the house and the painting in the museums and galleries;

How I wish to see every painting that has arised and yet to arise;

Uniquely woven by the thread of colours;

A painting has much more elements than it looks;

So much details and so many elements;

The paint brush and various painting tools;

With all these steps, we walk on this journey;

Painting, a unique journey each time!


The journey is started by will to paint and wish to paint;

With searching and searching which colours to use and how to use;

In this sea of possibilities;

References and references, keep on collecting;

I have a basic unique painting structure in the mind;

Keep on enhancing and enhancing, this painting on my mind and on the paper;

This journey is infinite;

when I decide is when the painting done;

As the painting is always incomplete;

you can forever and always work on it!


By Amra Malick


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