Last Sunday marked the 208th day of I being a teetotaler; this oil painting is 208 days in the making. My story of “From a Borderline Alcoholic to a Teetotaler” will be posted here another day, I promise. Today I wish to write about a hobby that I’ve left behind for about one and a half years.
Ever since I told Cynthia that I refrain from use of alcoholic liquors, on more than one occasion when we were scratching our heads on what gifts to bring along, she always pointed to the bottles of the unopened wine. “I don’t understand why we can’t give them away since you are not drinking anymore,” she would comment.
For the past 208 days, I have five bottles of white wine, one bottle of red wine, one bottle of VSOP, and two cans of cold beer lying somewhere in my home. I am not opening them because I have made a decision and I wish to stick with it; I am not giving them away because I wish to paint and immortalize this moment.
I swear when I lined up the bottle readied to start painting, I had this sudden urge. But that urge was soon overwhelmed by the smell of the turpentine. Do artists get addicted to oil painting because of this thin volatile essential oil? That certainly gave me the lightheadedness. How I miss oil painting. To get the perspective right, I had to sit on the floor. Not a very comfortable position to paint. But it is good to try something different. In retrospect, I don’t think I have got the color of the white wine bottles right. Perhaps next time, I will do a better job.
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