As I always do, I took the bus in order to go from work to my class; which today was “Technics and Materials” (in which we learn how to prepare watercolours, oil painting, fresco, temperas, etc; starting from the very beginnig; the pigments), Now we´re using class made oil paintgs .
That´s why I was carrying with me my canvas, my brushes, and my pigments (and several other stuffs), and while I was on the bus, I sat next to this old gentleman and, I noticed the way he stared at me:
-Excuse me – he said– do you paint?
-Yes, I do.
-Are you going to your class on the ENAP?? (My Art School)
-Yes; I am.
-It´s so great you chose painting for your living, you look like a sensitive girl; so Art suits you. Congratulations for your choice. What technich are you paintig??
-It´s a dried brushstroke oil painting.
-Oh, well I hope you can paint a lot today and, you should stay on the studio even if your class is already over. Do your best effort. By the way I´m an architect…
And then, silence, cuz I usually get very, very stressed when it comes to talk to unknown people. But then, a little bit later, he got off the bus and I felt kind of relieved.. but that´s no t the point.
My point is; this is the third time people I don´t know ask me, on the bus if I´m an artist… or an art student…
And, that kind of questions, make me really happy… cuz I feel like my esence can be felt by others, sometimes that strongly that, they can beat silence and start a conversation with me 🙂