Draw me like…

“Draw Me Like One of Your French Girls”… who remembers that part of 1997th “Titanic”? Anyone? Nope? I bet some of you do but… I am not about French Girls, and Rose and Jack today. I am about…

A difference between drawing and painting.

Yes, there is a difference. I can not draw. Or more like for me it is painful. I love pencils, that smell of wood, that graphite, coal in a softest way… so many possibilities for shades, structures, light. That pencil. Simplest. Combining nature in two ways of water and sun and pure fire. Isn’t it… amazing? So old-fashioned but also so forever. Because why not? Piece of paper and you go…

You can draw, you can write.

I can only write. And smell pencil. I love them. It is kind of addiction, I bet. But still, when it comes to painting, well it is so much different. You use the same tools: your hands, fingers, even nails and play with colors. And mix them, and there is that wetness there is that other side of cleaning up. And… there is a lot of us who love painting but when it comes to drawing… well, we love others drawings! We admire those who can with few lines create the whole world…

We do it with colors.

For some of us colors smell, talk, have personalities… but still, most of us loves smelling fresh pencils!!! LOL

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