Writing on Walls

I was four or five years old when I started scribbling on walls, I don't remember it very clearly but the wide open canvas must have been pretty hard to resist. My mother tells me that I'd use anything that I could lay my hands on - pencils, paint, sketch pens, crayons - and my favourite subjects were abstract depictions of the English alphabet, decapitated stick figures and flowers that looked like flies.

After many failed attempts of trying to introduce me to paper and colouring books she decided to let my creativity run wild, as long as it was contained in my own room. And instead of coming after me with a cane, she came after me with a can - a can of distemper (cheap whitewash that most army households are familiar with) acquired from the painter on his nth clean-up visit. When I'd finish with my hard day's work, mom would just splash some paint over it and I'd wake up to a clean slate the next morning. I'm not sure if I liked this blatant disregard for my artistic creations but I guess it was a lot better than getting whipped for writing on walls, like some of the other kids...those kids have gone on to become NASA scientists or housekeeping assistants. But look where it got me, I am still painting and writing on walls.

Just spent two whole afternoons writing and drawing on my kitchen wall. God knows what came over me, maybe it was a recent trip to a restaurant that had illustrations all over it's walls, obviously much cooler than these.

I played around with a couple of thoughts before deciding to create a graffiti with funny quotes related to food and cooking; definitely lightens my mood and keeps the guests entertained as well. I'm not quite done with the illustrations yet and will be squeezing in a few more. In case you couldn't read some of the stuff, here's a closer look at some of the lines and illustrations...

I know you're smiling reading this, just like me :)

So long!

PS - thanks mom, for never yelling at me when I scribbled on your walls.