I see the world in squares and lines.
An architect identifies structure, I find the chaos. I reproduce the chaos and add my own chaos to it. It’s a car crash of visions. And still, it makes sense, at least to me.
I am drawing, drawn to, drawn by. Whatever makes the piggy squeal I guess. The canvas is terrifying if it stays white. So I draw wildly, are you filling your canvas, too?
I just have one last tip before you leave: get some color. Black and white is too harsh, get some of the beautiful shades of life. Don’t limit yourself to dark and light.
I am the guy that draws, is drown to and drawn by,
You?