Calming Art at Imperfect Art

Did a beautiful flower watercolor workshop guided by Ana at Imperfect Art in London, and it truly felt like such a calming and wholesome experience. From choosing our own flowers to observing every tiny detail before painting them, the entire process felt slow, mindful, and deeply creative …

We explored monochromatic tones, layering light to dark values, and learned how small details can completely transform a painting and bring it to life. Ana also shared beautiful insights about the color wheel and color interactions, making the workshop feel both educational and inspiring …

The studio itself had such warm and creative energy, cozy corners, colors everywhere, people creating, laughing, learning, and simply enjoying the process together …

What I also know is how important it is to attend workshops even as a facilitator yourself. There is always something new to learn, not only from the artist guiding the session, but also from observing different perspectives, techniques, conversations, and creative approaches from others in the room. Every workshop becomes a space to gather fresh ideas, inspiration, knowledge, and a renewed connection with creativity itself …

I feel that it is the most beautiful way to grow as an artist and facilitator …

#roksanatales

Now tell me
When was the last time you slowed down and created something just for joy?

Behind her Sunglasses

She has always loved wearing sunglasses …

As a teenager, she would watch her sisters tilt their faces toward the light, their lashes casting long shadows over eyes that shimmered with beauty. When she looked in the mirror, her own eyes seemed smaller, plainer, framed by short lashes. It stung her heart a little, like a tiny splinter she couldn’t quite pull out …

Over time, she began to reclaim them. She traced deep kajol along her lids, soft & dark, like ink drawing a doorway. Her eyes lookd wider, more alive. People began to say she looked striking, and for the first time, her eyes felt truly hers …

Then life changed. Grief came quietly, like water filling a low space. In her reflection, she noticed it, the sparkle that once danced in her eyes had turned gentler, dimmer, like smoke fading after a flame. Her eyes began to carry stories of long nights and silent endurance. She didn’t always want others to read them …

So she reached for her sunglasses. The cool plastic rested against her temples, the tinted lenses washed the world in sepia. It felt like drawing a curtain over a window. Behind them, she had privacy. No one could see the sadness flicker and ask, “Are you okay?” …

She’s learned something through this little ritual, and that is, sometimes covering up isn’t vanity; it’s survival. The layers we wear, sunglasses, kajol, even a careful smile, are small stitches tht hold us togther until we’re ready to heal …

Sometimes, she still wonders: what would it feel like to step into the light barefaced, to let her eyes tell their truth, and to trust the world not to look away?

#roksanatales


Her eyes carry stories the world is not
yet ready to read

I♥️

Already Enough

Even when the path is unclear
You keep walking
Trusting that each step will find its ground …

The world shifts around you
But your courage stays steady as breath …

There is no need to rush
No race to win
Just the unfolding of your becoming …

Every doubt carries a lesson
Every pause a gentle renewal
Every moment a seed of strength …

You are here
You are trying
And that is already enough …

#roksanatales