Drawing is something that professional artists do, but so can the littlest of kids. Drawing can release emotions through your pencil and can create beauty that is better than words can explain. To draw is amazing whether you’re good at it or not.
my mind is blank-
i can’t think
nerves fill my insides
they warm them
i’m scared
will i lose you?
i feel something strange in the air
you’re…
different
i’d die without you
don’t leave.
Compromising and
agreeing to disagree
are not valid options
For this is not an argument of little importance
Both in rock hard stance
and both with a rock hard
sense of self
The constant butting of heads and refusal to give in
results in an unfulfilling
draw
I loved to draw. Every stroke of the pencil, every mistake finely erased–every little thing about it was my favorite. I loved the accomplishment upon finishing something wonderful. Or the critique I received after showing it around. I loved the repetition, how there is always room for improvement.
I would like to draw your attention to this little grey box. It clearly is meant to get you to think. But, instead it is becoming a real problem. You see, I am not really sure if what I am writing is even making sense. I am just feeling the pressure to type.
To draw is a simple pleasure. For an artist to feel the paper beneath their hand, the pencil held in their grasp. There is nothing they like more. To draw and create something that the world has never seen is an extraordinary thing, and for an artist a very dear one as well.
I like to draw. I’m not very good at drawing. I used to draw when I was little but now the only drawing I do is to entertain my friends. I just got done drawing a baby. I also drew myself being happy about my internet coming back. Draw could also be like when people say, “DRAW!” in a movie or something. Or “It’s a draw!” Stuff like that. AAAnd yeah.
revelatory and swimming
small bubbles, brimming
raw rope wrought, pulled
crinoline crisp ice broke
cold water choke
drawn breath
a froth of bright
a stirred current of lights
and the ink above
I am one who would rather put my ideas into my art, rather than draw them down on paper first. I have millions of ideas in my head, never to be put to paper.
Our lives are drawn in syncopation
we live along each other, but apart
if I could find you I’d wrap your life in mine
we could draw a life together, ever.
I was thinking about my dear prince of green eyes and I did a draw about him. It was my deep inspiration of the day. I can’t tell the name of this gorgeous Prince. But everyone in my online Facebook contacts loved my draw of him.
A way to get the images out of your head. Some days its easier to do than others, but it is completely fulfilling. The desecration of paper in a beautiful manner.
I draw. Shew draws. He drew. We drew. Drawing is a child’s mind on a sheet of paper. A blank slate they fill with Stacy, Mr. Pebble, Stevie, their imaginary friends that we adults can no longer see. Drawing is the thirteen year old’s escape from the pressure to fit into the small mold made by society. Drawing is the old mans life at the tip of his pencil. He lived and then he drew.
when you put a pencil or pen to a piece of paper and scribble all over it. sometimes you can draw different things. Once I drew a dog and a cat. Other times i’ve drawn the beach and some other stuff. It can be really fun, or it can suck. It’s really up to you, the drawer. Don’t suck at it because that would not be cool.
Draw a bath, draw a picture, draw a breath. There are so many meanings for the word draw that it becomes difficult to choose only one as a topic for this writing session.
Draw a card from the deck. Write anything on it. Place it back in, anywhere you wish. Next time someone plays with that deck, they will be inspired by your words. Let your words make someone’s day. You have the power to do that. You have the power to make someone smile.
It was all I really had. I mean, what else was there? No one actually got it. So I had to put it on paper. Swift brush strokes and swivels on the canvas, ink blotting, crusted oils flaking off, ah it was wonderful.
i can’t really draw. but there is a great thing about it. Even if what you’ve just created looks nothing like reality, it’s yours. you made it. it looks like a part of you.
draw…drawing is one of the most wonderful ways to communicate with oneself and with another. It is a sort of pleasure for those who love to draw and a new take on something new for those who don’t.
A drawing is merely lines on a paper. The ink in my pen flows from my veins to embellish my geometry notes. Geometry: a waste of shapes, space, knowledge, and ink.
Can’t do it. Can’t draw a straight line. I’d love to be able to, but it ain’t happening. What I can do is take elements and put them together to make something pretty … but I don’t always know how to judge how pretty they actually are until much later. Usually, after a few months I can take some time away and see it more objectively.
To write, scribe, inspire with the visual senses, an expression through the medium of a visual. To draw is to open a portal into the world that you inhabit, and to open your world to the world of all.
drawing is so free form, when I saw the word…I wanted to draw. But all I have here is the keys and the letters to form sentences. Drawing is so much different for me then writing. I feel like drawing is so much more freeing…there are no right or wrong…just ink or pencil.
i once drew a picture of a naked woman in one my of my elementary social studies classes and was punished by being put in detention during which i fell asleep and was awoken in during the next class that took place in the room which i fell asleep in and was then punished further by being put in ISS and when I had to explain it to my mother she didn’t believe me and punished me by grounding me for a couple weeks
sometimes i think that i would like to draw people or places or animals, whatever it is that i’m seeing. but then i remember that i can’t draw. that doesnt stop me from doodling though. is doodling the same as drawing? i feel like drawing implies skill….
I’m drawn to the lifestyle of spending on myself and others. The conclusion is that I have let go of some things in order to have the fancier materials I may want. I’m drawn to the lifestyle, yes. I will not change it. Who am I to change my body’s natural progression?
I drew the letter from the envelope. My eyes devoured the words not making sense of them, I had to read it again, but the words hit me with force unknown. This couldn’t happen not now. I’m already drowning in a sea of depression and apathy. No I whisper to my self as I cry
If an artist lets you see their drawing,
Or a painting half-done,
Then you must know that you are special to them.
For that artwork is a little bit of their emotions,
A little bit of their ambitions,
A little piece of themselves.
That artwork is a little window into their very souls.
I used to draw things. Clothing, objects, meaningless.
Now, it’s people
Naked is just a word
Beauty a concept
Go around imagining people
In their natural states.
I do this when I’m Bored its a way to express your feelings its everywhere Its drawing!!!! It’s a magical sensation to do it.
Drawing is something that professional artists do, but so can the littlest of kids. Drawing can release emotions through your pencil and can create beauty that is better than words can explain. To draw is amazing whether you’re good at it or not.
my mind is blank-
i can’t think
nerves fill my insides
they warm them
i’m scared
will i lose you?
i feel something strange in the air
you’re…
different
i’d die without you
don’t leave.
I liked to draw when I was a kid. It made me feel free and unwound- not that I realized that back then.
Compromising and
agreeing to disagree
are not valid options
For this is not an argument of little importance
Both in rock hard stance
and both with a rock hard
sense of self
The constant butting of heads and refusal to give in
results in an unfulfilling
draw
I loved to draw. Every stroke of the pencil, every mistake finely erased–every little thing about it was my favorite. I loved the accomplishment upon finishing something wonderful. Or the critique I received after showing it around. I loved the repetition, how there is always room for improvement.
In my minds eye I draw your face with kisses and a year of joy always falls fromm face!!!
The artistic flow of words and paint splattered on a canvas. Lines on a paper, curving, erasing, recovering mistakes, perfecting.
I would like to draw your attention to this little grey box. It clearly is meant to get you to think. But, instead it is becoming a real problem. You see, I am not really sure if what I am writing is even making sense. I am just feeling the pressure to type.
To draw is a simple pleasure. For an artist to feel the paper beneath their hand, the pencil held in their grasp. There is nothing they like more. To draw and create something that the world has never seen is an extraordinary thing, and for an artist a very dear one as well.
they draw their path as they exist
they touch their lives as they die
they think the path as they touch
they touch as they feel
they feel as they draw
Why do people get so offended by poorly drawn pictures of themselves? Seeing a crappier version of your face on paper doesn’t make it come true.
I like to draw. I’m not very good at drawing. I used to draw when I was little but now the only drawing I do is to entertain my friends. I just got done drawing a baby. I also drew myself being happy about my internet coming back. Draw could also be like when people say, “DRAW!” in a movie or something. Or “It’s a draw!” Stuff like that. AAAnd yeah.
revelatory and swimming
small bubbles, brimming
raw rope wrought, pulled
crinoline crisp ice broke
cold water choke
drawn breath
a froth of bright
a stirred current of lights
and the ink above
I am one who would rather put my ideas into my art, rather than draw them down on paper first. I have millions of ideas in my head, never to be put to paper.
Our lives are drawn in syncopation
we live along each other, but apart
if I could find you I’d wrap your life in mine
we could draw a life together, ever.
I was thinking about my dear prince of green eyes and I did a draw about him. It was my deep inspiration of the day. I can’t tell the name of this gorgeous Prince. But everyone in my online Facebook contacts loved my draw of him.
A way to get the images out of your head. Some days its easier to do than others, but it is completely fulfilling. The desecration of paper in a beautiful manner.
They lined their backs. The desert heat bearing down on them. 20 paces… turn… and fire…
I draw. Shew draws. He drew. We drew. Drawing is a child’s mind on a sheet of paper. A blank slate they fill with Stacy, Mr. Pebble, Stevie, their imaginary friends that we adults can no longer see. Drawing is the thirteen year old’s escape from the pressure to fit into the small mold made by society. Drawing is the old mans life at the tip of his pencil. He lived and then he drew.
when you put a pencil or pen to a piece of paper and scribble all over it. sometimes you can draw different things. Once I drew a dog and a cat. Other times i’ve drawn the beach and some other stuff. It can be really fun, or it can suck. It’s really up to you, the drawer. Don’t suck at it because that would not be cool.
Draw a bath, draw a picture, draw a breath. There are so many meanings for the word draw that it becomes difficult to choose only one as a topic for this writing session.
Draw a card from the deck. Write anything on it. Place it back in, anywhere you wish. Next time someone plays with that deck, they will be inspired by your words. Let your words make someone’s day. You have the power to do that. You have the power to make someone smile.
It was all I really had. I mean, what else was there? No one actually got it. So I had to put it on paper. Swift brush strokes and swivels on the canvas, ink blotting, crusted oils flaking off, ah it was wonderful.
i can’t really draw. but there is a great thing about it. Even if what you’ve just created looks nothing like reality, it’s yours. you made it. it looks like a part of you.
draw a time where peace and mind can come together and make magic happen life can be expressed with color and soul
Drawing is good for you because it forces you to be creative. Being creative is important because
draw…drawing is one of the most wonderful ways to communicate with oneself and with another. It is a sort of pleasure for those who love to draw and a new take on something new for those who don’t.
A drawing is merely lines on a paper. The ink in my pen flows from my veins to embellish my geometry notes. Geometry: a waste of shapes, space, knowledge, and ink.
Drawing is like putting your head junk out for everybody to see. Actually it is exactly that… Drawing is something everyone should do.
Can’t do it. Can’t draw a straight line. I’d love to be able to, but it ain’t happening. What I can do is take elements and put them together to make something pretty … but I don’t always know how to judge how pretty they actually are until much later. Usually, after a few months I can take some time away and see it more objectively.
To write, scribe, inspire with the visual senses, an expression through the medium of a visual. To draw is to open a portal into the world that you inhabit, and to open your world to the world of all.
i like to draw, it is fun it is good for you. being creative is important because it helps you think of new ways to solve problems
drawing is so free form, when I saw the word…I wanted to draw. But all I have here is the keys and the letters to form sentences. Drawing is so much different for me then writing. I feel like drawing is so much more freeing…there are no right or wrong…just ink or pencil.
i once drew a picture of a naked woman in one my of my elementary social studies classes and was punished by being put in detention during which i fell asleep and was awoken in during the next class that took place in the room which i fell asleep in and was then punished further by being put in ISS and when I had to explain it to my mother she didn’t believe me and punished me by grounding me for a couple weeks
sometimes i think that i would like to draw people or places or animals, whatever it is that i’m seeing. but then i remember that i can’t draw. that doesnt stop me from doodling though. is doodling the same as drawing? i feel like drawing implies skill….
I’m drawn to the lifestyle of spending on myself and others. The conclusion is that I have let go of some things in order to have the fancier materials I may want. I’m drawn to the lifestyle, yes. I will not change it. Who am I to change my body’s natural progression?
I drew the letter from the envelope. My eyes devoured the words not making sense of them, I had to read it again, but the words hit me with force unknown. This couldn’t happen not now. I’m already drowning in a sea of depression and apathy. No I whisper to my self as I cry
If an artist lets you see their drawing,
Or a painting half-done,
Then you must know that you are special to them.
For that artwork is a little bit of their emotions,
A little bit of their ambitions,
A little piece of themselves.
That artwork is a little window into their very souls.
I used to draw things. Clothing, objects, meaningless.
Now, it’s people
Naked is just a word
Beauty a concept
Go around imagining people
In their natural states.