Five years ago this month I decided to burn my boats and start painting full time. I quit my "job". I was firm on not doing anything else for the next ten years. Other than that, I had no plans, no targets whatsoever. If that doesn’t work I can do something else. It wasn’t smooth sailing. In the aftermath of the Asian tsunami, so many things, including my own life, were falling apart. Life wasn’t easy. By then I had my website/blog up and people who read my posts were the first to know what I was up to. People couldn’t come to terms with it if I said I am painting. I had to lie to people in my real life about what I was doing. Sometimes I said I was freelancing and doing report writing, translations etc. But seriously I did very little translations for money, and earned very little.
I knew it was going to be a long, tiresome journey. And most probably I’d end up bankrupt. And I surely had my fair share of downtimes.
Positive? Negative? Neutral? I do not wish to judge. It’s difficult. It’s beautiful. I will not swap places if I am given a chance, that’s for sure. I like it here :)
Unfinished Business 