How my love for books turned into an artistic hobby
What do you use as a bookmark? A scrap piece of paper? An old receipt? A train or tram ticket? I used to be exactly the same, I even admit to dog-earing pages sometimes. While my IG feed was full of pictures of pretty bookmarks, I could only wish to own bookmarks like that. This only stopped when I decided to take matters into my own hands and start making my own bookmarks. Googling “DIY bookmarks” was all I needed to discover many creative ways to make bookmarks. Try the words yourself on google images and see that the range of bookmarks you can make is endless.
The kind of bookmarks that especially interested me was the hand-painted one, specifically using watercolour paint. The first link I clicked was a youtube tutorial, watched the whole video and then on the suggested video, and then the next. We all know when you dive into youtube’s suggested videos, it sometimes never ends. It didn’t stop at bookmarks for me, I started watching full painting processes. I found myself mesmerized how the paint flows on the paper, especially on close up shots. If you've never seen them, enjoy this gif by @cindylineart. Soon enough, I became obsessed.
Watching videos is easy, it seems simple on screen. Actually starting a new hobby is a different question. It’s a giant step to take for someone who takes calculated moves and overthinks them all the time. Fear of failure start before you even start: Why would I start painting when I can’t even draw a proper circle? What if I buy materials and then end up not liking art at all? What if I’m not good at it? (spoiler alert, I still can’t freehand a circle, I do like painting, and I still am not perfect but I greatly improved). At the time, I didn’t want to invest a lot of money (so it seemed to my student wallet) on paints that’ll just be lying around the house unused. So I decided to start small, look for essentials I will need. I located one of the few art supply stores in Casablanca and bought 2 brushes, paper and a paint set. 3 years, 30 bookmarks and 3 completed sketchbooks later, I’m realising I didn’t regret that very first step I took.
Moral of the story is, I guess, if you’re thinking of taking up a new hobby, go for it. If you want to draw, play an instrument, embroider or travel, it’s never too late to start. It’s normal to have doubts at first and if you’re bad at it in the beginning, it doesn’t mean you will be forever. Improvement come with practice. If it doesn’t work out for you, it’s completely okay. It would only add another experience in your life.