Gayani Jayathilake

I paint. I paint my dreams. I paint the way I see the world. I paint the way I want to see the world. Most mornings I wake up wanting to paint a perfect world. But I always manage to paint a teeny weeny part of it. Actually a minuscule part of “teeny weeny” sounds more like it. I want to one day paint it whole.

I paint different lives. Everyone’s life is beautiful in their own way. When I paint I’m at my happiest. I so, live by Vincent Van Gogh’s quote, “I dream of painting and then I paint my dream”.

Painting  is like keeping my own diary in a more colourful and exposed way. I also take much fancy in watching people trying to figure out my paintings. Sometimes they come up with topics that are world’s apart from what I have painted.

The best part about painting is that it doesn’t matter if the other’s don’t get it. It doesn’t matter if they get a different idea. What matters is that I enjoyed it. I let out my soul on the canvas. I let it out in colour. The paint, brush, canvas elevates me to a world like no other. It’s so beautiful that it feels at that moment I was infinite. And with a bang, loud bang mind you, I’m right back where I started. Dreaming. Dreaming of painting my dreams.