Why I don't like paintings

Yesterday I was passing by a road near a quiet and picturesque village. I stopped and thought that I might try drawing this village and the sunlight and the view I was looking at. At least try. In the past I liked to do manual things.

And then I realised why I don't like pictures and paintings. Because life is about moments, both these good and bad ones. And painting, even the best one, cannot capture what eyes see and what mind goes through at a special, one, particular moment.

This is really jerky of people to say that impressionists were such good painters. To be honest they are just rats for me. They couldn't have captured the moment (like they said they had been doing) because there were millions of little things they for sure had missed.