For as long as I can remember, I have loved drawing, but I have loved drawing people almost exclusively. This stems from the fact that I love people anyway, love their flaws and their faces and the angles of their hands and wrists, the way the curves and lines of them are absolute and imperfect but very right. Drawing just scenery seems like a waste, for me, like I forget that people don’t exist only in the nebulous fog of my imagination, and that saying “but places exist” as my argument is not only stupid but not helpful at all.
So I’m going to
try to draw places, too, and to love them as much as I love people.