“I draw because sometimes it feels impossible to talk. It’s like I’m trapped in this deep hole that I can’t get out of. I draw to try to escape it, even though I know I’ll never be able to.”
- Excerpt from the book: My Heart and other Blackholes
There are some words we can’t explain, so rather than arguing what was it, we tend to draw. Even in simple things like, stickman, moon, stars, cute grass and lines.
I remember the first person who’d drawn with me was my dad. He taught me how to draw a bee, copy its shape and figure. It’s cool! I am inspired, because of him.