I've been in love with drawing all of my life.
I started out with girls silhouettes - at first they were more like a circle and two squares connected by some lines and then they took different shape over the years. I gradually added details, and by details I mean clothes. Coats, skirts, scarves, dresses, you name it. My aunt used to draw a lot and she was so good I used to sit for hours just looking at her books and feel the trace of the pencil with my fingertips. I don't have any of those creations anymore, I just always kept them in my heart.
Later on I expressed the desire to attend an art college, but other members of my family opposed it saying I would end up a starving artist. That image didn't bother me, but in the end I agreed and I chose not to study art. Yeah, I know, life as a series of decisions... And so I kept that in my heart too, but I still want to learn.
I realize my relationship with art hasn't been kind at all, it actually was a fearful one most of the times. I doubt everything, I run away, I hide behind other people or things. It's like, what am I afraid of? There is no competition in feeling, imagining and living. Cause that's what art is to me.
And then, there's the elation of actually doing it. Then, time stops. I feel light and happy. It comes so natural. But it's just for moments. How can I extend these moments? Is that even possible?
And am I writing a self-therapy page or a blog post? :)
Well, I keep on practising drawing again after three years of absence now and all of this time I've been saying to myself to get a grown-up job. Well, I didn't manage to convince myself into it hence the present text and for what is worth, I want to show you some recent drawings.
Thanks for reading, feels good to be here in this journey.
Babywearing illustrations meant for slings (but didn't make it there yet) |
Woodland creatures for a Baby play mat, soon to show you |
Another play mat, this time for a Supergirl, will post soon |
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