she loves painting. since she was a small quiet girl. color pencils, water color, crayons. felt pens. air brush. now oils.
portraits, landscapes, the absurd. caricatures. buildings.
there was a stage when she adored salvador dali's works.
once she did a series of detailed leaf drawings.
her schoolbooks had all sorts of drawings everywhere. people. fashion. houses. hopes.
her chemistry textbooks' margins raged with fashionable teenagers. bell bottoms. afro hairdos. her physics books filled to the brim with exotic houses. dream abodes. her castle-in-the-air. her biology books had alien creatures.
the varsity years gave much pleasure as she had to produce scores of perspectives. interiors. exteriors. bird's eye view. worm's eye view. the works. no cad in those days.
then she entered the work space. during dull unending meetings she sketched to her heart's content. tudung styles. corporate wear. stilettos. handbags. jewellery. wendy houses for her kids. tree houses.
such joy in drawing. and painting.
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