Upon seeing a Dog walking around the
street, I had decided to draw something about it. Unfortunately, everything I
decide to draw usually winds up as scribbles, so I abandoned the idea. However,
after hearing a veracious response from someone that enjoyed it, I felt a sense
of felicity. That fact had cleared the doubts in my head, replacing the dark
rain with a sort of tranquility, making drawing, albeit not very good, having
an impact on other people. That Is what I assume to be so fruitful among
artists, being able to have their work enjoyed. Unfortunately, I’m still not a
huge fan of drawing, despite relentless questions I get for people to draw
something with them, I’m absolutely sure that it isn’t for me. Which, for some
reason, turns their world upside down, don’t ask if I know why. I would guess
it would seem obvious considering my normal lack of energy toward art in
general but whatever. At least appreciation is earned from whatever work I did,
despite the fact that I’m not a huge fan of it myself.
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