For many
years I was trying to get back to drawing. While I was with it I was pretty good.
Sometimes you just know you are good at something, and even though it fills
your soul and heart with content somehow you just go astray and off the beaten
track, and find yourself miles away from the secret path. It takes all the
wisdom and the will of the universe to get you back. All that packed in just one
sentence.
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.