I’ve been doodling my whole life; especially when in class without even realizing it. I mean, who doesn’t? I was an aspiring comic artist when I was 8, (most of my friends were too) but that dream was eventually forgotten because you know, we’re grown up.
Back in college, before I was drowning in this visual art world, I used to play violin. I’ve been playing it for about two years, then I kinda stopped because I’d like to hang out with my friends so I got home late almost every day. Basically, the only time I could practice was at night. It was impossible because I’d like to play it fortissimo lol. I was a night owl so I desperately needed an activity that could keep me busy at night, other than studying.
That one day in 2014, as usual, I was doodling on my college notebook. But this time, instead of doodling on the blank corner of my notes, I doodled full-page:
It was a mindless drawing but I feel kinda satisfied with it. I thought of buying a sketchbook, and later that evening, I did. Oh yeah I don’t regret this decision at all. The drawing I made that night was:
It was nowhere near good, but I felt reaaaally good, and that’s what matters. I suddenly remembered how I enjoy drawing as a kid. Like a quote says, “Every child is an artist, the problem is staying an artist when you grow up.”
Long story short, that was simply how I got -back- into this visual art world.
(Compared to playing violin, drawing was extremely relaxing; there’s no need to be shy or worry about other people’s judgment. And of course, I could do it at night without any sound but music on my headset.)