I’m an introvert by nature so drawing has always been my alternative to talking out my issues. I’m not a very graceful speaker. My conversations are messy, I run in circles with my idea and trip over my words. When I draw I’m clean, minimalistic and to the point. So instead of verbally sharing my internal chaos, it’s a LOT easier for me to engage in drawing, unload the feelings, and work through the thoughts and emotions and tell my stories. Drawing quiets my scrambled mind.
Most of the time, I do quick sketches in pencil just to get the initial raw emotions out. I go through the emotion while creating the piece. I cry with my pieces, I’m joyful with them and everything in-between. Sharing them with the world at first was a scary thought, but it has gifted me tenfold, which I did not see coming. I realized that I’m not a weird duck in the way I think, see and experience the world. People find themselves in my stories, which makes me realize we’re all weird and in turn uniquely the same.