Liz and Doms

November 27, 2008

In my antique flash drive, there was a folder where I stored pictures of jazz musicians, supermodels, my real life friends, and animals. These were pictures I meant to sketch; I wanted to draw realist arts like those by Andrew Loomis.

How I wish I could go back to that time when I was younger, naiver and hungrier, and not too critical of my own work that I become demoralized. Even when I knew that my hands were not those of an artist, I did not care; I whittled my time away while forgetting all my problems by drawing on blank sheets of Oslo paper.

I look at these stuff…

  

…and hope that the sun will shine on my sketchbooks again someday.

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