Over the past few months, I’ve been focusing a lot on drawing. Last spring, I injured my leg and was immobilized for a while. In addition to spending a lot of time reading, at my wife’s suggestion, I picked up a pencil and paper again. I started taking an online drawing course (on 21-draw) and… I’m still drawing now.
The interesting thing is that the more I draw, the less I feel the need to use AI to generate images. Drawing with a pencil first, then with a graphics tablet, has become a habit that relaxes me, makes me feel good, and de-stresses me.
I don’t have a well-defined style yet, not at all. But I like exploring this artistic side of me, which I didn’t even know I had anymore. And the more I explore, the more I discover interesting things about myself and how I see the world.
I have discovered, or rather rediscovered, the beauty of creating something that truly exists in the material world. Drawing in a sketchbook means transferring a part of me into an object. Painting a canvas with acrylics, or cardboard with watercolors, means giving life to something tangible. Real. Something you can touch.