I can’t draw. I’ve never been able to draw. Art classes at school were always the most demoralizing part of my week – I could look at an object, then tell my hand to draw said object, and instead of obeying me, it would draw some weird parody of the object – wobbly lines, misshapen bulges, utterly ludicrous proportions… it just never came out right.
So I gave up. For years I haven’t even tried. Doodles have been random squiggles, any other creativity has been restricted to working with existing objects or with geometric shapes.
But I’ve always wished I could draw. I’ve longed to be able to pick up a pencil and translate something I’ve seen to paper, capturing it forever, highlighting the bits I like, showing others the beauty I see in the oddest of places.
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