I have always been writing. Nudging my pen to create shapes instead of words has been a challenge, especially in 2019, where I wrote and rewrote the whole year. But now that the tide has ceased, and I am embracing a new WIP (ooooh, I’m so excited to tell you all about HIM), my mind has cosied up from my writing withdrawal. Yesterday, I had time to go crazy with colors, and I ended up with a Neptune-haired superheroine.
To be honest, I was never comfortable with drawing. Everyday, on Twitter, I’d always see art that are tremendously amazing that mine would wither (and disappear into tiny puffs of atoms) beside them. It’s always that insecurity. My style was basic, uncomplicated, and flat. I was never able to go above and beyond that (or maybe I was too lazy to adapt to new concepts), so I hardly drew.
But today, I have come to terms with my limitations and decided to just thrive in it. To blossom in the space where God drew a line around my very little art abilities. And just draw. Just because I like drawing. It didn’t have to like me back. Love doesn’t have to be a two-way thing.
So, in this very wordy space, please expect (back) the occasional doodles. I’m not hoping to create a stupendously, heart-stopping art, just some cozy little sketch that will make you smile. x