Drawing is my favourite way to communicate. It allows me to express emotions and ideas, solve problems, and visualise abstract concepts and metaphors. I need to draw most days to process the world around me.

 After a while, the magic starts happening, the drawing seems to take control, and I become the mere tool for its creation. This is a feeling most wondrous and addictive. I sometimes start with an intention but most often I let myself be surprised by what will appear on the paper.

 It is much like a magical playground where I can create new worlds, escaping into the dream realm of the subconscious and the imaginary.

I believe learning never ends, and continuously developing my skills became an integral part of my life journey and personal growth. However, it is essential for drawing to remain a playful, organic, and authentic activity for me. It is my voice, and any insincerity reduces it to a mere shadow of what it could be.

 Showing my work is most challenging as like most creators I have doubts about its worth. It is also tempting to follow trends for approval. I am still learning and allowing myself to make all the mistakes. I am grateful for drawing, as it has helped me recognize and accept my innermost world. This beautiful and healing process is something I hope will continue for as long as I live. And I will be showing it as if there are people out there who do appreciate it, that will mean we have something in common.