I took my boyfriend's car to the shop today for maintenance. Since I knew it'd take long and I'd have no way of going home in the meantime, I made my paints come along. As I cracked open my pan and gathered water from the water fountain, I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I can't image what they were thinking, nor does it matter. But I couldn't help but wonder if them staring had anything to do with their respective cultures or age. Maybe they found it childish? Maybe they were mesmerized or intrigued?
Undoubtedly, I'll never know. But being able to exercise the simple pleasure of arting makes knowing unnecessary.