You know what’s the best thing about digital art? You can undo every stroke you made. No worries about those careless, unintended lines. You can redo it as many times as you want until you’re satisfied. But it’s also the one thing that makes me love traditional art more.
Drawing traditionally makes me more confident when I’m doing a stroke. Once the ink touches the paper, there’s no going back. If by any chances you make a mistake, you just gotta embrace it. None of my works are perfect and that’s perfectly okay.
Sure, digital art offers endless possibilities. But then again, so far, I think nothing beats that feeling when a pen tip reaches a paper. There’s a therapeutic feeling when seeing the ink flows through blank space. There’s a satisfying sensation hearing that squeaky noise of a pen hitting the paper. There’s a sense of belonging to each piece I made, somehow.
My hand’s now sore for I spent most of my Eid holiday drawing on the iPad, and I gotta admit, digital art is indeed addictive. Then yesterday, I finally back to ink and paper, and I was like, “Daymn, I miss this.”
I know it seems unfair comparing traditional art that I’ve been doing for the last five years to digital art that I’ve only started last month. But this is honestly how I feel right now. I don’t know if my opinion’s gonna change within years ahead, but let’s see!
Yellow. 