I Believe in Drawing

I believe in drawing. I believe in drawing so you can be yourself.

When I start off with a single blank piece of paper I make a masterpiece of my emotions. It doesn’t matter if I am mad or sad. I draw what I feel. Once I was really angry at my parents. Angrier than a bull. I stormed upstairs to my room. I found my pencil, crayons, markers, and my paper. I threw everything down on my desk and they scattered around. Making me even angrier than I already was. Finally I sat down, and I drew happy things around me, just like a dream. As I drew more trees, beaches, parks, and friends. Things that made me happy, instead of making me angrier. My shoulders became less tense and I was able to clear my mind. It became easier to mention my family, and think about them. Before I knew it I was just normal, calm, happy, me again. The me I really wanted to be. I wanted to be ready for anything to happen to me, or if someone would make me mad I would be able to go apologize. Nothing could stop me from being happy. My picture calmed me down and made me forget what I was mad about. Now I know that it doesn’t matter much about how good my picture is. It’s my picture. It matters that my artwork came from my heart. It is how I wanted to feel. It’s worth a million words. Even more words than that.

You don’t have to show someone, and they judge it. You don’t have to have someone else look at your artwork, and they tell you it’s beautiful. When I draw I do show someone what my finished picture looks like. It doesn’t matter to me. It could be horrible, just scribbles, but I would still like it. It’s all about how I feel. Nobody can tell me different. “Be creative!”, people would tell me. I am creative. I make my emotions pop! My emotions have a colorful side and a dark side. I know that. I draw that. I believe in drawing.