TheUnbelivable
Artist | Student | Traditional Art

France

Drawing and I, it's a long story.

I swear you, I draw a lot in reality. But it's only useless scrawls in the corner of my class's note and some "private jokes" between friends who interest nobody else. But even if I'm not this kind draftsman full of talent and ideas, with a colored gallery and with a millions of subscribers, I wanted to belong to this community of graphic designers, painters, photoshopers, authors, inventors... and artists.

I draw since I know how to hold a pen in my hand. And I drew a lot. Early in the morning and late in the evening, in the Day nursery, I needed only some pens and a sheet to keep quiet. I drew all my childhood the characters of my favourite cartoons and I have never taken any drawing class. I tested the experience 3 years ago, but I don't like it. I don't like to be forced, to be managed. My brush have to slide by hiself on the painting. So I learnt by myself the forms, the colors, the lines, more and more easily and more and more faithfully.

I was this shy and solitary child who had difficulties in going towards the others. And I still remember very well this woman, who saw me aside and urged me to point out :

- What can you do to impress other ?
- I can draw
- So draw!

This day I understood that I only knew how to draw. Then I knew that while drawing I would break my barriers, that I would find my strength. It was by drawing them something that I'll win their sympathy. And from this days to now : I scribble. I scribble stories or drawings, but I've alwalys bring a pen with me everywhere. As soon as I am bored, as soon as my pencil itches me.

Today student, I don't have time any more to put myself in it. And I'm more inspirate by writing than drawing. But I always love looking in the cardboard box, in the attic, where my parents kept, nostalgic, all the drawings of my childhood.