Painting

I used to paint a lot. I remember how I liked it, but for some unexpected reason I stopped painting few years ago, now I can't really remember when I've been drawing at last. Years have pasted, now I'm a student not of faculty of art, but I don't think that I regret, everything happens for better. Few weeks ago I started to paint again, of course I not a professional, I'm trying to draw that I can draw and I'm really trying to do my best. I lake the process, it helps me to relax and think about something that I like or might like. 

I even dedicated one of my moleskines for my drawings, I don't think that I'll be good at this, but I just want to try.

I noticed that it's pleasant to draw for someone. One of my best friends is far away from me at the moment, she travels to Israel, I miss her very much. I've found the way to digress from thoughts about her, I'm drawing to her. I know that she'll be glad to receive my paintings when she comes back. 

The picture of the mountains have been drawn for a person I use to think a lot, I know that this person will never see it, but it was pleasant and special to draw this as a present. 

Now I have a feeling that I'm a child once again, I used to draw when I was little, now my brother does the same, and I pick his pencils and pens for making some pictures. I like this feeling of everything possible when I'm drawing, I use to draw some pieces of my world, some places I want to visit or create in my imagination, I just like the way it is. I even think to go for courses of painting, but now it would be for adults.