The drawing dutchy

Hi everyone!
I wanted to show you all a very old drawing I made. It’s small, in a small sketchbook, drawn in ink. But it is an interesting one for me. When I showed it to people, they saw the eye. They saw there was some technique or skill behind it. They liked it. Those that did, told me they loved it and how well done it was.

It has a “hidden” meaning. Too hidden I suppose. Because the silhouette of the person in that eye is me. And that’s how I saw myself. A shadow of the person I once was. In a way I was, I was still trying to put my pieces together. Finding out how much of “the old me” had survived.

That is the beauty of being able to draw and art in general. Sometimes it’s a tool that allows you to look deeper, and find out what is really going on in your mind. At least for people like me who aren’t very good at finding words to match what’s going on in our heads.

It’s not this magnificent piece of art. It isn’t perfect, it may not even be memorable for most of you. But it was for me, and I still look at it from time to time to remind myself of where I started. Both when it comes to m drawing and art, as well as personally and mentally.

It’s like a bookmark to a chapter of my life that was dark and foggy. Complicated and raw. Hard, but so very rewarding. Because I am here now and doing so much better than I was back then. Life isn’t as dark anymore, and I don’t just draw in black and white anymore.