Evolution of art

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! 😜

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My handwriting back then vs my handwriting now. Nobody would ever guess I scribbled this 🤣

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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

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Remember how we would all use scales to draw a house? HAHA. Thankfully, I don’t need them anymore

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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 😂

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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