It's strange how the universe, or God, conspires to deliver to you what you want.
For several days, I have been toying with the idea of going back to drawing again.
One of my fears is that "It's too late".
I've wasted 4 years of not drawing anything decent.
It's a struggle to be a perfectionist and be a creative at the same time.
Today, I became a resource speaker on how to draw.
She was the single examinee, and I worked with her.
What happened was that... it becane an interactive discussion!
I drew something for them. Taught them a bit about conceptualization. How to draw hair. (Even if I'm not the best).
Honestly, I acknowlesge I'm not the best.
I know.
And this burning desire to learn more. To be humble to start from the very beginning made me take my pen and sketchbook.
It doesn't matter of it's too late.
What matters is I tried again.
I'm simply a vessel that a higher power used to allow the lines to flow through my hands.
My only choice is to act.
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