I was a fidgety and noisy child. All my school reports said that I couldn’t concentrate and that I was always distracting the rest of the class - I was a pain, by all accounts. But when I drew, I was calm.
Drawing allowed me to get lost in a bubble, and I was suddenly quet and content. At weekends, while all my friendds were out playinng football in the park, I went to lessons at the local art college. i could draw happily for hours and hours and not realise what the time was. And nothing has changed, really. I’m the same today.
But, as the years go by, it becomes harder and harder to find those uninterrupted moments when you’re left alone to be in the headspace and lose yourself in drawing. I’m lucky if I get one hour a day when the phone isn’t ringing and there are no emails to answer but, when I do, nothing tops it.
It’s about reaching that moment of pure ecstasy when a drawing just happens. Where every move you make with your hand and every thought you have in your head grows in front of you without any mistakes; no rubbing out, starting again and getting frustrated. It’s like being in a trance - it’s a fluid - and you almost don’t remember doing the picture.
Drawing is an escape from all the unnecessary things in life that get in the way of being free…