I draw
When I draw, I begin to perceive the outside world sharper and further simultaneously. It’s hard to describe it because it’s a strange paradox. I’m somewhere inside myself, and yet I’m more conected with the surrounding reality. Almost as if my drawing allows me to hear and perceive everything that is happening around through some other channel that is not often used. I even feel that more than words I perceive what is hidden in the sounds.
Vowel shuffling, screeching of greetings, squealing of agreement, or vice versa, grunting of laughter, humming of important statements. Steps that are rushing, sloppy or irritating.
In the melody of phrases, I better recognize what is outside of their content (actually, I don’t really care about the words because they are shorelessly flowing whreever they want).
Also beacause of this, I love to draw at busy places. But I choose the busyness.
There are different kinds of them.
