I was walking down the street when a bird stopped by and said, “I am free, and you are too”. We looked at each other for a second, I smiled and thanked her. Then she made her way back to the sky, as I made my own way towards my so-called dream.
Sooooo I recreated one of my very first mandalas from 2014! Same pens, same sketchbook.
Drawing for me is like writing a journal. When I look at my old drawing, I can mostly remember what I felt while I was drawing it, what/whom I was thinking, or what/who inspired me to make it. Also, every phrase I quote in my works (and Instagram caption) is related to what happened in my life, so I do remember what’s behind every drawing.
I used to surf the web looking for patterns that are easy enough to copy and modify (steal like an artist, right?), and countless mandalas later… My hand draws what it wants🤣 I’m just enjoying every line that I draw until now. The difference after these 5 years may look subtle, but I’m content with the progress made.