And seeing my hand soiled with lead elicited a smile. It’s not like I’m planning to make a career out of it. It’s just that there have been a series of events that led me to it. From buying a couple of pencils to artistic encounters, the inclination to draw grew stronger.
I don’t see myself as a qualified amateur much less a full-fledged artist. Placing 2nd at an art contest when I was 6 doesn’t really make me one. I can’t even say that it’ll be one of my hobbies from now on. I guess, it’s not something I truly wanted to do. If I had, I would’ve taken it more seriously and took art lessons, right? I didn’t.
I doodle when I’m bored, or when I’m looking to distract myself from sinking into the trance of deep thought. I sketched pictures of pictures when I was younger. It’s been decades since I had last held a pencil and drawn something in earnest.
But last night was inspired and magical to me.
It allowed me to loosen up a much tightly-winded structure of my mind a bit. I can still feel how I try to rigidly control my strokes though. Everything still feels calculated and linear. But that burst of inspiration as the image comes into focus, the messy birthing process and the chaotic style became less stressful.
Perhaps I’ve reached a phase when stills and words come up short to help me express what I need expressed. Or maybe, I just need to explore more ways to do so. What I can say is that the couple of hours I spent drawing brought me a sense of fulfillment.
A passing fancy or not, I’m keeping my mind open to it. It’s always better to pander to one’s constructive pursuits and pray that these turn out auspicious to one’s interests.
Have you ever considered all the possible things that you may have a knack for? I’m still in the process of sorting things out myself. All because of this need to articulate thoughts, to somehow make matters uncomplicated or at the very least, out of my system.