Something I can’t do! I would love to be able to draw. i try so hard sometimes but it just doesnt happen. I can kind of paint but I would really love to draw!!!! Its something I dream of. So simple and yet so elegant. I wish I wish I wish..
the first memory i really have of drawing was as a young girl, going into my grandpas part of the house to ask him how to draw clouds. I was tired of drawing the generic cloud shape that looked nothing like the ones I saw in the sky. He showed me : look, it’s just like drawing eye brows!
Draw me dancing. I would be perfect in my mind, perfect angles, perfect curves. Draw me dancing if I ever dance again. I want to be an artist, a draaaw-er. Une dessinateuse. I want to dance again. Please.
To draw is to love. To draw is to express and put pencil to paper, giving insentive to live and a purpose to others who read it. Nothing is more important than art. In itself drawing, painting, hoping…is sainty. The purest of condolences and the happiness of things past. Pain and joy will not escape the paper.
i just wanna draw my life with an endless pencil, one that can paint rainbows, holes filled with apples and a family that is gathered around a Christmas table. i want a pencil that can draw me a child and paint him/her with a million colors.
A sign from above told her to finally get her act together, to finally stop her procrastinating and make a portfolio and then apply to art school. The sign came in the form of a single word illuminated on her computer screen: draw.
something. Draw something. Anything. With a crayon? Lol, thats to young. I prefer to draw with markers and color pencils. I usually outline the lines with marker and then draw in with pencil. I’m currently a minor in Visual Communications. I must say, college drawing is not as easy as marker and pencil.
I draw upon my resources when thinking about a serious decision. Whether it is the right decision in the end is unknown. Sometimes I draw a mind map to help me.
“Catherine! Pay attention!” My teacher yelled.
“Geesh!” I shrugged and turned away
So I continued. Every Saturday at 4, all the way to 6 o’clock.
It was a class of about 20, and every week, we came, and drew.
Some people drew the most spectacular pieces, yet I was…lagging behind…
However, as drawing became a habit, I improved.
I love to draw, it is my passion. I can be free and true to myself when I am drawing. People can see who I am through my drawings. My heart and soul pour through my art.
i really love to draw. especially if i have a newly sharpened pencil. i also love to draw almost anything if i have new colored pens and a blank piece of paper. i love the way the paper smells when i draw something on it.
With only a brief pause
Washing away the heat of clamor;
A moment
To breathe in timeless particles of air
Or slacken your taut mind
Before the waves come crashing down again
With sharper clarity
Draw what? drawing is not the same as writing. I mean, they say a picture is worth a million words but that’s a lie. A picture isn’t worth a million words. A truly well written paragraph can describe much more than a picture can. A picture is just the surface of something. Words describe the feeling and everything in between. It’s beautiful.
I like to draw but I’m not as good as I would like to be so I am gong to do a course in visual arts to improve. I would like to then sell my stuff and become a reknown artist- I’m obviously not a
The battle was a draw.
Song birds lamenting, the elegy
echoing across the valleys
and through the tangled tree branches
burned by their torches
and bare from a long, hard winter.
I wish I could draw but I don’t at all in fact I don’t ever really try to draw. My brother is an amazing artist though and I wish that he would draw more things for my family and me. I want to draw this conclusion.
art. i draw because i am happy. i draw because i am sad. the colors stain my jeans, and i reek of paint after spending an hour in the art room. red yellow blue green constantly gets in the way. i draw because it is the way and i draw because i need to.
drawing is functional for the mind to release hidden ideas and thoughts that one would never usually share. drawing can also reveal things to the drawer that they did not know about themselves. i rarely draw but when i do i am generally impressed with my work as it is usually unexpected to my eyes. drawing is hard when you don’t practise.
i draw a blank
i draw a blank
i draw a blank
nothing
who knows what to do in a time like this??
what can i do?
i draw a blank
i draw a blank
i draw a blank
who knows how to comfort me?
who knows how to comfort one another??
I draw, I dance, I laugh and I love. Like Patti Smith in her home away from home, drawing and all that comes from it is important to the human condition. You might think that academia is all that you need in this world, and while it is definitely important, it is drawing and the expression of self that comes down to it.
Drawing is something done with the pencil. From drawing great creations can be made and simple doodles immortalized. How can something so simple as lines made on a piece of paper conjure such emotion from even the most stern brigand.
I kept saying that it was a lie. But I never fully realized it–I couldn’t accept it until I opened my eyes and saw that every face I had ever drawn in my mind looked like yours.
They are all a reflection of you. They all tell me: It is the truth. You can’t hide anymore.
I’ll draw a picture in my mind, a world I can escape to. It will be nothing like this one. It will be everything like this one. How could it not be like this one? I love this place, even when I feel like I hate it.
pull those strings tight until I am wrapped
up close in this space
dark and a little strange
but safer than venturing out through
the mouth of my enclosure
into the bright coldness that lies outside
I love to draw. It helps me feel I’m somehow expressing myself. I need more time to do this. Maybe some day I will use my time differently and spend more time drawing. Maybe that day will start tomorrow.
I love to create; from the void my soul on the page. To feel my mind drip through my fingers onto a space where my interests dwell. To entertain and entice while letting go of the serious nothings that I fill my life with. To make art for love.
draw means to create with pencils, colored pencils, crayons. it’s a way to create art. i’m really bad at drawing. usually drawings are colorful, or black and white. i wish i were better at drawing. drawstring bags. draw also means to tie. or to draw a blank.
drawing can be done with crayons. red, orange, yellow, green, blue. or colored pencils. or normal pencils. or markers. not paint though. i’m really bad at drawing; i really wish i could draw. anna and aziza and kaia are all really good at drawing. draw also means to tie, as in a duel. it also means to pull (out), like drawing a sword or a drawstring bag. draw is one letter short of drawl, which means an accent.
And he drew.
I only say his eyes twice, mirroring the sketch on the easel.
With such precision he drew.
Something I can’t do! I would love to be able to draw. i try so hard sometimes but it just doesnt happen. I can kind of paint but I would really love to draw!!!! Its something I dream of. So simple and yet so elegant. I wish I wish I wish..
the first memory i really have of drawing was as a young girl, going into my grandpas part of the house to ask him how to draw clouds. I was tired of drawing the generic cloud shape that looked nothing like the ones I saw in the sky. He showed me : look, it’s just like drawing eye brows!
Draw me dancing. I would be perfect in my mind, perfect angles, perfect curves. Draw me dancing if I ever dance again. I want to be an artist, a draaaw-er. Une dessinateuse. I want to dance again. Please.
To draw is to love. To draw is to express and put pencil to paper, giving insentive to live and a purpose to others who read it. Nothing is more important than art. In itself drawing, painting, hoping…is sainty. The purest of condolences and the happiness of things past. Pain and joy will not escape the paper.
i just wanna draw my life with an endless pencil, one that can paint rainbows, holes filled with apples and a family that is gathered around a Christmas table. i want a pencil that can draw me a child and paint him/her with a million colors.
A sign from above told her to finally get her act together, to finally stop her procrastinating and make a portfolio and then apply to art school. The sign came in the form of a single word illuminated on her computer screen: draw.
something. Draw something. Anything. With a crayon? Lol, thats to young. I prefer to draw with markers and color pencils. I usually outline the lines with marker and then draw in with pencil. I’m currently a minor in Visual Communications. I must say, college drawing is not as easy as marker and pencil.
Here you are in your portrait, a lifeless parody. Brows arched too high. Hard, hooded eyes. Lips drawn back and pinned into a smile.
Looks just like you.
I draw upon my resources when thinking about a serious decision. Whether it is the right decision in the end is unknown. Sometimes I draw a mind map to help me.
“Catherine! Pay attention!” My teacher yelled.
“Geesh!” I shrugged and turned away
So I continued. Every Saturday at 4, all the way to 6 o’clock.
It was a class of about 20, and every week, we came, and drew.
Some people drew the most spectacular pieces, yet I was…lagging behind…
However, as drawing became a habit, I improved.
I love to draw, it is my passion. I can be free and true to myself when I am drawing. People can see who I am through my drawings. My heart and soul pour through my art.
i really love to draw. especially if i have a newly sharpened pencil. i also love to draw almost anything if i have new colored pens and a blank piece of paper. i love the way the paper smells when i draw something on it.
With only a brief pause
Washing away the heat of clamor;
A moment
To breathe in timeless particles of air
Or slacken your taut mind
Before the waves come crashing down again
With sharper clarity
Draw what? drawing is not the same as writing. I mean, they say a picture is worth a million words but that’s a lie. A picture isn’t worth a million words. A truly well written paragraph can describe much more than a picture can. A picture is just the surface of something. Words describe the feeling and everything in between. It’s beautiful.
I like to draw but I’m not as good as I would like to be so I am gong to do a course in visual arts to improve. I would like to then sell my stuff and become a reknown artist- I’m obviously not a
draw the curtains to a close
the end has come
its time to go home
take a bow
The battle was a draw.
Song birds lamenting, the elegy
echoing across the valleys
and through the tangled tree branches
burned by their torches
and bare from a long, hard winter.
Draw on the “d’awws” and drag out the drainage of drowsy drones.
I wish I could draw but I don’t at all in fact I don’t ever really try to draw. My brother is an amazing artist though and I wish that he would draw more things for my family and me. I want to draw this conclusion.
draw on your sixth sense
to uncover the agonizing truth
feel it tear you on the inside
like needles forced down your throat
ignore the way it kills you
smile and swallow the pain
I spent time drawing conclusions about the paragraph that had been set before me.
Clearly this writer wanted to express himself, and yet I could tell from the hesitant lines that there was something larger looming on his mind.
A word, perhaps a sentence, remained hidden. In the ebb and flow of thought made language, it seemed he wished the courage to convey a message.
I’d asked for a word picture, what I received was an incomplete story of minute details about a nameless character I would never know.
art. i draw because i am happy. i draw because i am sad. the colors stain my jeans, and i reek of paint after spending an hour in the art room. red yellow blue green constantly gets in the way. i draw because it is the way and i draw because i need to.
i am an artist.
drawing is functional for the mind to release hidden ideas and thoughts that one would never usually share. drawing can also reveal things to the drawer that they did not know about themselves. i rarely draw but when i do i am generally impressed with my work as it is usually unexpected to my eyes. drawing is hard when you don’t practise.
i draw a blank
i draw a blank
i draw a blank
nothing
who knows what to do in a time like this??
what can i do?
i draw a blank
i draw a blank
i draw a blank
who knows how to comfort me?
who knows how to comfort one another??
I draw, I dance, I laugh and I love. Like Patti Smith in her home away from home, drawing and all that comes from it is important to the human condition. You might think that academia is all that you need in this world, and while it is definitely important, it is drawing and the expression of self that comes down to it.
Me a picture of your childhood house
Your favourite food, the straws you placed in long glasses.
Draw me your bedroom, your clothes, your secrets
I like to draw
Draw on paper
Draw conclusions
Draw loved ones closer
Draw the lines
Drawing is self expression at its finest
Drawing is something done with the pencil. From drawing great creations can be made and simple doodles immortalized. How can something so simple as lines made on a piece of paper conjure such emotion from even the most stern brigand.
I kept saying that it was a lie. But I never fully realized it–I couldn’t accept it until I opened my eyes and saw that every face I had ever drawn in my mind looked like yours.
They are all a reflection of you. They all tell me: It is the truth. You can’t hide anymore.
I’ll draw a picture in my mind, a world I can escape to. It will be nothing like this one. It will be everything like this one. How could it not be like this one? I love this place, even when I feel like I hate it.
I’m not good at drawing, but you are. You tell me I am because you do things like that .
pull those strings tight until I am wrapped
up close in this space
dark and a little strange
but safer than venturing out through
the mouth of my enclosure
into the bright coldness that lies outside
I looked at you and thought to myself, “wow, those eyes, those lips. How I would love to draw them.” My heart skipped a beat, then we kissed.
I love to draw. It helps me feel I’m somehow expressing myself. I need more time to do this. Maybe some day I will use my time differently and spend more time drawing. Maybe that day will start tomorrow.
i could open you and find you all over my walls, around my in my mums phonebook, in galleries and when I’m done with you I’d close you again.
I love to create; from the void my soul on the page. To feel my mind drip through my fingers onto a space where my interests dwell. To entertain and entice while letting go of the serious nothings that I fill my life with. To make art for love.
draw means to create with pencils, colored pencils, crayons. it’s a way to create art. i’m really bad at drawing. usually drawings are colorful, or black and white. i wish i were better at drawing. drawstring bags. draw also means to tie. or to draw a blank.
drawing can be done with crayons. red, orange, yellow, green, blue. or colored pencils. or normal pencils. or markers. not paint though. i’m really bad at drawing; i really wish i could draw. anna and aziza and kaia are all really good at drawing. draw also means to tie, as in a duel. it also means to pull (out), like drawing a sword or a drawstring bag. draw is one letter short of drawl, which means an accent.
drawing sucks. stick figures FOREVER!