When I was a child, there was something about drawing that drew me in. It was more than just a hobby or a way to pass the time, it was a form of relaxation that I truly enjoyed. I found myself constantly motivated to create new pieces, not because of any external factors or rewards, but simply because of the pure joy that came with the process of drawing. Even now, as an adult, I continue to find solace and fulfillment in the act of putting pencil to paper and bringing my imagination to life. In this blog, I would like to share some of my drawings from my previous sketchbooks. Hope you enjoy them!
Do you remember those good old days when you would eagerly wait for the clock to strike 7 PM so that you could tune in to your favorite channel, MBC 3, and get completely engrossed in the thrilling adventures of Ben 10? I sure do! The excitement of watching Ben Tennyson, a 10-year-old boy, transform into different alien superheroes and fight against evil forces was simply unparalleled. It was a show that captured the hearts of millions of children around the world and left them wanting more.
And let's not forget the joy of getting a Ben 10 watch in your McDonald's kid's meal. It was like a dream come true for all the little Ben 10 fans out there. The watch not only looked cool but also had special powers that could be activated by pressing a button. It was like having a piece of the show with you all the time.
Those were the days, right? The days when life was simpler, and happiness was found in the little things. The memories of those days still bring a smile to my face and warm my heart.
One of my fondest memories was when I stumbled upon a book filled with outlines of the cartoon character, Donald Duck. I remember feeling so excited and inspired as I flipped through the pages, admiring the sketches and imagining how I could make them my own.
Instead of simply coloring in the outlines like the book suggested, I decided to take it a step further and create my own unique versions of the drawings. Armed with my trusty sketchbook and an array of colorful sketch pens, I spent hours carefully redrawing each illustration and adding my own personal touch to them. It was a labor of love, and I poured my heart and soul into every line and curve.
During my 6th grade year of school, I had the opportunity to submit my art book to my art teacher at the end of the semester. Among the many drawings that I had included in my book, there were three in particular that I was especially proud of: two of birds and one of a portrait of a woman. I remember spending long hours perfecting the details of each drawing, and it was a joy to see the final products come to life on the page.
When I submitted my art book to my teacher, I was thrilled to receive a gold medal for my three drawings. I remember the look of pride on my teacher's face as she praised my work and called me a talented artist. It was a moment that I will never forget, as it felt like I had finally reached a certain level in my artistic abilities.
You know, thinking about those drawings brings back so many memories. I remember how I used to get lost in the process of creating them. It was like time would just fly by and I would be completely immersed in my own little world. I think that's what I loved most about art – the way it could transport me to another place and help me forget about everything else.
I still have those drawings somewhere in my house, and sometimes I take them out and look at them. It's amazing how much emotion and memories can be packed into a single piece of paper. Those drawings are like tiny time capsules, preserving a moment in my life that I'll always treasure. But you know what's even more amazing? That feeling of pure joy and fulfillment that I get every time I sit down and start drawing. It's like nothing else in the world matters, and all that exists is me and my sketchbook. I think that's what's kept me coming back to art all these years – that unexplainable feeling of peace and contentment that comes with the act of creation. And you know what else? I think that's something that we all need in our lives – that sense of purpose and fulfillment that can only come from doing something that we truly love. It doesn't matter what it is – as long as it brings us joy and helps us forget about the stresses of everyday life.
So, let's all take a moment to reflect on the things that make us feel alive and fulfilled. Let's make time for the activities that bring us joy and help us forget about the worries of the world, even if it's just for a little while. And who knows, maybe one day we'll all look back on those moments with the same sense of pride and nostalgia that I feel when I think about those drawings of mine from years ago.
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