For sometime when I think about drawing or painting, I get this weird, excited feeling inside.
I know it’s crazy because I am not any kind of artist. I have the proof to show you below.
I always see the same pictures in my mind. I am standing or sitting in front of an easel. I have various colors of pain’t at my right, which I have mixed for perfect blends.
I am drawing free hand with perhaps, a model of something to sketch. I vision me sketching with my special pencils and then filling in with my dreamy colors.
Of course this is silly. A silly inner feeling. I idolized my father, who was artistic. In fact, I have in my possession, his paint brush he used when he was young. Maybe I just want to be like him, who knows.
This is my silly drawings today.