Imagination.
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I've been thinking a lot about this lately and the only way I can get it off my mind is to just organise my thoughts and write it all down.
It scares me sometimes when I feel like I am losing my sense of imagination.
I have this habit of doodling everywhere since young. In primary school, I used to draw Archie comic-like characters on my textbooks and penmanship. Almost every page would have a little doodle somewhere as my mind drifted off temporarily while doing homework. Soon I started creating clothes I wanted to wear on these random Archie-like people and that was when my love for fashion design started.
Secondary school was when I really discovered Art. I was fortunate enough to have an amazing Art teacher who taught us to never be afraid to imagine. He didn't stick to rules like perfect Art has to be perfect technique. Instead he showed us that Art is everywhere and in everything if only your mind is open enough to see it. When we had to choose what subjects to take for the O's and what subjects to drop, I remembered being really clear on one thing - I had to take Art. I couldn't imagine going to school without Art as a subject.
The doodles did not stop there. I started having sketchbooks and doodled in them whenever there were breaks in between classes or when I was just too bored to pay attention in class. At that time, I seemed to have an endless amount of imagination. I could draw Fruit Superheroes and even created a storyline for them. I created a family of mushrooms with a different personality and character for each mushroom. WhenI look back, I can't for the life of me remember how I managed to come up with the mushroom family. I surprised my cynical Chinese teacher by creating a drawing with only Chinese characters. I drew and painted. I experimented with different styles (though I usually go back to my cartoon drawings) and I always found something interesting that I really wanted to do a sketch of. I had an endless stream of ideas to offer. Art came very easily to me. My proudest moment would have been when I received an A1 for Art during the O's - considering how rare it was to get one for such a subjective, well, subject.
When I went to JC, faced with a very limited number of subjects to take, I decided to drop Art. I think it was the one of those things where I will always look back and say "What if I had took Art?...". With no Art lessons and increasing study workload, my doodlings became lesser and lesser. I seldom opened my sketchbook to draw anything even though I still carried it around with me everywhere. Somewhere along the way, I found myself indulging less in crazy fantasies and coming up with funny random characters. Nowadays, there are times when I find myself sitting down, willing my brain to just come up with something interesting. Each time I find it harder and harder to do so. All I can do is draw a blank, or come up with something weak and uninteresting. Whenever that happens, I just can't help wondering what happened to all those crazy things that an over-active brain once came up with? Why do I find it so hard to do that now?
I really hope I'll find the spark to bring all those creative juices and rainbow imaginations back. I know it is somewhere but I just have to find it once again. I'd hate to think that as I grow up, I lose all that imagination.