Recently I felt lonely, so I was looking for relaxation in drawing. Putting confidence into my intuition and the ally of colored pencils, I was curious about the outcome.
And voila! Soon it became clear that I was drawing an eye. Why? I didn’t care at that time. I just kept drawing and stopped feeling lonely. Something new was being born and it gave me company.
As the drawing grew more and more precise, the more relaxed I felt. As if the eye knew all my pain and sadness, as if it contained all understanding and wisdom.
Although the drawing isn’t proportionally perfect, it has become my beloved friend and supporter in difficult times. Although my human friends call it sad, stressed or even chaotic, I still love it.
Hope you’d feel some impact as well. Double hope it’s positive!