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My new experience! For the first time in my conscious age I took a brush in my hands. I had forgotten when I used to write something with a pen, and now I had a brush!

Colors. Mixing paints gives shade after shade, the thing drying, I see a different color. The color on the big picture is completely different. New neural connections, I break my brain and perception. If it's blue, it's flat, the same color from start to finish. Then I had to understand how to make shades, the thing water is not one color. © "There is no one color in nature" was the saying. And yes, I have to agree.

It's very difficult. It's not even a matter of guessing the color, the shade. It's about getting it right! The mechanics and geometry make sense to me... until you pick up a brush and touch the canvas. New words that I haven't memorized of course...new shapes and new sensations. #However, I realized that painting is a very cool thing to do!

#MeCute, but this is where I decide to fix a little trivia. This leads to a crash.... The color of the sand is now different. It now has a shade at the top that is not at all close to the one that accidentally came out at the bottom. More whitewash, more yellow... less brown and.... Now to add relief to the sand. If you knew how many times I wanted to paint everything in the same blue. Not to put it off, but to finish it. Not to accept the result, but to complete and see it. To enjoy it! That's the thrill of the new!

Now even more impressed by the work of artists from past centuries. Fantastic! It is definitely worth a try for everyone!

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