Freehand drawing was definitely my favourite thing to do at university. It was the only time for me when I didn’t have questions, I knew exactly what I was doing and I was really amused by watching art being born in front of me, by my own hands. It was the only era where I felt 100% confident and was never afraid of doing something stupid or irrelevant.
For me it was always a matter of pride to not to be satisfied with less than perfect and my ego couldn’t be happier with the reactions that I got .
I was asked many times how long it took to do this or that and my honest answer usually was that I didn’t know. I never checked the time and hours flew by so easily as I wasn’t doing a chore but the very thing I loved doing.
It happened a few times that I helped out others and drew for them but those projects never turned out to be like the architectural sketches I did for my own amusement. The passion was missing from them, they simply looked lifeless and empty, even though, I used the same techniques that I used for my own drawings.
art from scratch 