I was recently interviewed in the capacity of a teen age blogger and that is what makes me happy and hopeful for the prospects of this blog. In the said interview, I let you know in a little more detail of what I have been up to and how my blog has stemmed into something I never imagined it would become.
Now, within me, there is a massive ubiquity of happiness and apprehension as I present to you some of the drawings that I have been doing in the gap year that I have chosen to take oh so boldly. I was always under the erroneous impression that sketching would not be that hard.
Well, that was until I picked up my thoroughly run out black ball point pen and started scratching aimlessly on the paper.
The tip of the pen or pencil is so powerful. Every stroke, every slant line, every kind of shading done is imperative to the bigger picture. Every picture demands a preciseness that may take years to master.
Now, viewer discretion-I am not Picasso so you better teach your eyes to not fall out of their sockets because all that I have drawn and showed here is not very good, it’s not even close to perfect. Also, you can indoctrinate me in the techniques of sketching better. (You can also make fun of the sketches but hey, do it in a corner where no sound reaches you.)
It is just my very sad and very brave attempt to tame the black ink.
Please read. Please comment. I want your words. I want your feelings to reach me.