I am learning to draw.
Yes I am.
After a lifetime of telling myself 'I can't draw a straight line',
I am learning to draw.
My first task is to learn to draw a box.
After 7 attempts, my box looks like a different box in every drawing.
Strangely, I am not impatient with myself.
Neither do I feel like giving up.
I am enthralled by the logistics of drawing,
the co-ordination between hand and eye.
I am discovering a new way of looking at the world.
I get lost in the wordlessness of the practise.
New thoughts come to me afterwards,
like 'what if I ...instead of ...'
I am full of wonder and curiosity.
As I draw I sometimes wonder 'what will this box look like when I finish?'
And in my life, I wonder,
'what will my life look like a year from now?'
Yes I am.
After a lifetime of telling myself 'I can't draw a straight line',
I am learning to draw.
My first task is to learn to draw a box.
After 7 attempts, my box looks like a different box in every drawing.
Strangely, I am not impatient with myself.
Neither do I feel like giving up.
I am enthralled by the logistics of drawing,
the co-ordination between hand and eye.
I am discovering a new way of looking at the world.
I get lost in the wordlessness of the practise.
New thoughts come to me afterwards,
like 'what if I ...instead of ...'
I am full of wonder and curiosity.
As I draw I sometimes wonder 'what will this box look like when I finish?'
And in my life, I wonder,
'what will my life look like a year from now?'
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