I’m an introvert by nature so drawing has always been my alternative to therapy. I’m not a very graceful speaker, my conversations are messy, I run in circles with my idea and I fumble 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, unloading the feelings, and working through the thoughts and emotions and telling 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. Some events are more significant to me and those are the ones I turn into finished ink drawings. Sharing them with the world at first was a scary thought, but it has gifted me tenfold, which I did not see coming. It showed me 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 uniquely the same.