
I have
spent a few years without drawing a single line. Tried it several times but the
blank paper was always stronger. It wasn't a paper any more, it was a white
steel barrier. Deep down I knew drawing was a part of me, and it will resurface
sooner or later. The other day I was going thru some long forgotten sketches
and found few drawings that could be scanned and uploaded to one or two social
networks I use. I thought it would be fun to surprise my friends with my analogue
art. It was done in pencil and I decided it was time to ink it. Then I scanned
another one. And then I finally decided to actually draw something new from the
scratch, and I remembered that funny self-portrait I have done with my camera
ages ago. Somewhere else I have found a picture of a bird and I realized I
could combine both subjects into one painting, like superimpose the bird over
my face as if she was talking to me. The beginning was shaky and reluctant, but
I kept going on, and when it came to making more defined lines that would give
the final shape, I was very unwilling and lacking faith. Then suddenly, this
sentence just appeared in my mind and I started repeating it over and over
again. Here it is:
When you are playing, you are unable to make a
mistake.
That was
it! I immediately understood the glorious idea conveyed in that message. If I
was exploring like a curious kid, then I could do no harm. I remembered when I
was a kid, I used to draw continuously, never bothered with the consequences.
If I was enjoying the play, the dance, there was no danger of drawing a “wrong”
line. If it was coming from the soul then I couldn't do wrong. If I wasn't thinking of the impact the picture may create, or the awards
it may win, or the comments I would get, then the only important thing would be
to enjoy the play, like a kid who is only concentrated on his “work”. I can
draw! I am drawing! I do it because of love. I do it because of love.
And then a
big splash.
Suddenly I
was submerged. It was late night and the fireflies were flying above the waves.
As I moved underwater, my movements produced tiny and irregular light bursts. My
every single movement produced a glow and the fish were leaving glowing trails
as well. I saw the silhouette of a bird above the water and I resurfaced. She flew
very close to my face.