I used a monk’s painting to paint the interior of my tiny house.
I’m a Buddhist monk and I still practice the monastic discipline, but I’m also trying to find a way to incorporate my own artistic impulses into my everyday life.
I started painting the interior art piece, titled The Monk, on the walls of the home I share with my wife, mother-in-law and daughter.
I painted the walls in my native Tibetan Buddhist style.
I painted the outside of the house with a soft green paint, like the color of a watercolor.
I then covered the interior with a matte white finish that blended with the painted walls.
I wanted to capture a sense of the place I was in.
I think I’m just a normal person.
I don’t think that’s the way it’s supposed to be, but it’s how I am.
I was hoping to find something that I could paint on and use as an accent, like a wallpaper or something, or maybe a door or a door frame.
I tried a lot of different techniques.
One of the hardest things to do was to paint over the original paintings because they have so much detail.
They have lines and patterns.
I needed something more abstract, more organic.
When I started, I didn’t know what the painting was about, but now I’m not so sure.
I used the same painting for the front door.
I took the same brush and just did the same thing.
I had to get to know the painting a little bit.
I could see some of the original painting’s detail in the paint, but also a lot.
I had to be aware of it.
I’m always learning about the monks and the art of the monastics.
The monks do the same things.
I learned to make my own paintings by copying the monks.
I started painting and painting and just trying to be creative.
I was surprised to see that there were some monks that were very different from me.
I didn, too.
I wasn’t used to being the only person in the world painting something.
I felt a bit out of place and strange.
I found that I wasn.
I guess that’s how life is.
When I was younger, I had a big family and everything.
I would be in my room all day, painting and talking about Buddhism.
Now, I’ve stopped.
I feel like the monks are just like me.
They teach me about life and the way I should live it.
I just can’t relate to it.
But it’s my job to try to find my own identity.