My friends who knew me back in high school would know that I can’t draw, which was sad, seeing that we all came from an arts class. out of a class of 30, we only had a handful of people who could really draw. The rest of us just muddled through it.
For the longest time, I never did anything art related. What’s the point right, when you know you don’t have an artistic bone in your entire body. I write some but not in the same intensity as my friends. I doodle some, on the side of my notebooks while attempting to listen to meetings, talks and seminars but nothing much ever came from it.
Frankly, I was getting tired of trying to show the story that I have in my head, into words.