Why I love to draw
Drawing has been more than just a hobby for as long as I can remember; it has been an integral aspect of my identity, a communication between my inner world and the world around me. While other people find consolation in music, literature, or outdoor hobbies, I find it in the delicate glide of a pencil on paper, brush on canvas, where lines and colors combine to form their own universe. Drawing has a special place in my heart for a variety of reasons, ranging from its healing properties to its ability to make the ethereal physical.
One of the main reasons I enjoy drawing is the emotional release it provides. Drawing, like nonverbal therapy, gives a secure area for me to express myself without judgment. Whether I’m experiencing moments of ecstasy or navigating a maze of fears, drawing or writing down my feelings helps me analyze, comprehend, and, finally, come to grips with them. Each line stroke or layering of colors acts as an emotional dialect, allowing for a silent but powerful interaction with myself.
Preparing for the arrival of the muse is akin to preparing for a cherished guest; it’s an act steeped in ritual and intentionality. I begin by sharpening my pencils to a fine point, each twist of the sharpener…