There always something fascinating about drawing people.
The very detail of a person's countenance.
The lines, the shape, everything.
It's like it's alive.
Communicating to you in shades, in strokes.
You don't even want to put anything down until you get it right.
I am not a good sketcher but I feel satisfied after attempting to draw people whom I love or admire. Not imperfect but at least I can claim the work as solely mine. In its imperfection I can say I have done it. I cannot explain the feeling. It's rare. It's just there.
Writing is my number one passion but drawing/sketching can be defined as my second best.
An empty paper transformed when you put your head and heart into it.
Individuality in paper even if through appearances.
I have never thought of drawing Pope John Paul II at all.
But one day I did.
And what a feeling it gave me.
And the result, my very own perception of the face of Pope John Paul, drawn from a newspaper cutting.
It feels so personal,
so moving.
Strange is it not...
Perhaps a real painter would feel more than I did.
But I was overwhelmed by the simplicity of it... really. It sets you free,
for a moment,
brief but...
adequate enough.
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