I cannot draw.
I cannot draw.
Not being able to draw causes me all sorts of problems. Most of them relate to ill perceptions of myself. I feel like since I can’t draw there are strong judgments against my observational skills. Not being able to draw seems to say, “I do not see the truth”. This sucks. Not being able to draw makes me feel like I’m not a ‘real’ artist. I feel like I don’t actually need to know how to draw because when I work things out in my head I seem them as a photograph or as a complete image… maybe not a photograph per se but communicating through words instead of ill-fated line drawings suits me just fine. I feel like drawing takes too long and when
I do it quickly the results are the same as when I do it fast. Teachers don’t appreciate my speed. I also eat fast and drink slow, people don’t like that either. I’m always trying to find my way out of drawing. I’d rather do sit ups than draw. And I hate exercise nearly as much as I hate drawing… or maybe I hate them both the same. I’ve never really thought about it until now. Can you imagine if I had to draw while exercising? That would be the worse! I am currently trying to draw with caulking as a medium. That was a bad idea.
I am full of them.
Um, perhaps it’s not that you “do not see the truth” rather that you express truth in other ways. I don’t think people truly “looked” like that to Kandinsky, Picasso, or the sculptor of the Easter Island statues or the Venus of Willendorf. We all perceive the same, we all conceive differently.