DRAWING

               Ever since I was a child, or should I say, since I entered school, I suddenly had that gut feel that I do not have the talent to draw. That it will never be my forte. What I could only do is to just put colors to already drawn objects. What is worst is that most of the time, the colors are unmatched with one another. Lines are crooked. Circles became oblongs. It's still a  great fascination for me how people can draw and they draw really good. I sometimes wondered how my classmates back then were able to think to color the hair yellow or the skin pink or flesh, when in fact what I know is that the hair is only black and the skin is brown. 

            I then came to see myself as a person who can draw  but had to put words to my drawings. My supposedly “drawings” should at least deserve an “explanation” of how and why I draw them through my words. I somehow realized that people might misinterpret my drawings. They might critic my drawings in a way that my drawings should not be dealt that way. My words in my drawings are my way of justification, since I cannot draw a good deal, I will write. 

        Since then, I barely and rarely draw. But, if I would, out of some unforeseen circumstances, I would really exert the effort, would try to do my best, that despite my supposed “undeveloped” multiple intelligence, will draw a masterpiece.

Then, I came to realize that drawing is really not my cup of tea. It is really not. I really cannot draw. People will never understand my drawings, therefore, I will not draw for people. And I came also to mystify those people who can draw, much more I salute those people who can draw abstract, without words, because they were able to justify themselves, the way they are, by their drawings. Then I came to watch art shows, and they seem to tell me of the domineering power of those people who can draw while others cannot and will not.  

It's still a wonder to me how can people draw a masterpiece by starting with mere lines, eloquently, straight forward lines. Lines that indicate direction, a path leading up to somewhere. Then, from those eloquently said lines, they begin to create polygons. Shapes that would later on reveal themselves as a masterpiece, an art. Then, an artist will showcase his drawings to a person who will try their best to interpret it. Good thing, if that person is an artist too, to read between those lines. Unfortunately, if that person is not an artist, then that person will have a hard time decoding those lines. That person might misinterpret those lines of the artist. It will only lead to miscommunication. The path of those lines of the artist that should lead on to somewhere, now, leads to nowhere. And if that person tries to tell the artist about the interpretation, the artist then will tell the person his own interpretation of the masterpiece. Then, there will be a clash of interpretations between the artist and the supposed critic.