My love for art comes from my Mom. When I was a kid, my mom was always busy learning a new art form and while she was on it, she also made sure I was occupied and had a creative outlet (so I don’t disturb her HAHA). She would hand me a pencil and paper to scribble whatever I liked. My mom loves preserving things and so do I. She preserved all my scribblings and now I have something memorable to look back upon but before we get started, look what I found


Here is my naming ceremony card. My naming ceremony was as big as a wedding. Did you read what’s on the card already? So now you know more about me! 😜
My handwriting back then vs my handwriting now. Nobody would ever guess I scribbled this 🤣
If you’re wondering who that odd-looking man is, look to the right! That’s how I imagined Mickey Mouse when I was a kid (Take a closer look, you can even find a sun to your left and a moon to your right) 🤣


How I drew Ganesha back then v/s how I drew him when I grew up
Remember how we would all use scales to draw a house? HAHA. Thankfully, I don’t need them anymore


My paintings back then vs my paintings now. Though the old paintings were decent enough to win me the first prize, the present ones definitely have more soul.
Funny when I was a kid, I’d always imagine myself alone in the sunset but look at that picture with the red tree, there’s a couple. Oh, how times change! How romantic of me 😂
Here’s some fabric painting for you!
I love how my passion for art has matured over the years. This comparison is proof that practice is the key to learning. If you have a flair for art, never stop! Keep practicing until you perfect it. Looking at all those childhood memories gives me immense happiness. I don’t even remember when and how I scribbled it as a kid but it’s still a part of me. So guys, don’t forget to preserve your memories! 😊
-Hariprriya
You are an amazing artist and draw absolutely lovely photos/sketches!