In high school, art was a huge part of my life. I used to spend hours sketching, painting, and experimenting with different techniques and creating pieces like the one I recently completed. 

Back then, the act of making art was as natural as breathing. 

It wasn’t about producing anything perfect or even something that anyone else would necessarily like. It was about the joy of the process—the thrill of seeing an idea come to life on paper or canvas, the satisfaction of expressing myself visually. 

It was a way to get lost in my thoughts, to explore emotions and ideas that I couldn’t always put into words. 

But as time passed, life got busier. 

Between school, work and everyday responsibilities, art slowly faded into the background. I fell out of touch with that creative side of myself, and before I knew it, months turned into years without picking up a brush or even doodling for fun. 

The part of me that had been so in tune with artistic expression in high school seemed to slip away. It wasn’t intentional, but the demands of growing up left less and less room for creativity. I guess I got caught up in the idea that art wasn’t something I had time for anymore. 

Recently, though, I’ve been feeling the pull to reconnect with that lost part of myself. I’ve realized how much I miss making art simply for the joy of it. 

So, I’ve been pushing myself to get back into creating again—not because I feel like I have to or because I want to show my work to anyone, but because it’s genuinely fun.

There’s something incredibly freeing about creating without any external pressure. I’m not worried about whether the piece will turn out “right” or if it meets some standard. I’m just allowing myself to enjoy the process, the colors, the shapes, and the act of bringing something new into existence. 

Each time I sit down to work on a piece, it feels like I’m tapping into something deep within me that’s been dormant for too long. It brings me back to those days in high school when I would lose track of time while working on a drawing or painting, completely absorbed in the moment. 

Every brushstroke or line feels like a small step toward reconnecting with that younger version of myself—the one who wasn’t afraid to experiment, to make mistakes, and to play with ideas just for the fun of it.