Every time, I draw. I draft stupid things I don’t like but it passes the time.
Circles and curves, my pen draws curls and shapes, boys and girls, pets and landscapes, stuff that is nonsense in everybody else’s world.
Starting a line not knowing what it is; that’s fascinating to imagine why everything’s so easy to make, too weird to make real but so fun to create.
You don’t think. You let dreams draw your wish and in the end you feel kind of proud and fulfilled to see you’re not that empty inside.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
Every time, I draw. I draft stupid things I don’t like but it passes the time.
Circles and curves, my pen draws curls and shapes, boys and girls, pets and landscapes, stuff that is nonsense in everybody else’s world.
Starting a line not knowing what it is; that’s fascinating to imagine why everything’s so easy to make, too weird to make real but so fun to create.
You don’t think. You let dreams draw your wish and in the end you feel kind of proud and fulfilled to see you’re not that empty inside.
