We all change, drawing style too.
I tried to write a post where I could tell you how I reached this style.
I tried to write about how I picked certain words or sentences.
But the truth is I can’t explain it, I only know that I had these pictures in mind, these images, these shapes, these lines. I felt the need to let you understand who I really am, and if you look at the latest works I published on Instagram you’ll get what I mean.
This is how I feel, made of crooked lines going anywhere, directed into an infinite space where are floating words, shapes, thoughts.
I don’t know if this has any sense for you, but somehow when I look at them I feel like I see myself in te mirror. I want to write more, I want to write onto drawings and pictures. There are always too many ideas and too little time to bring them to life, but some of them naturally push me to work on them. Sometimes I don’t even realize it, and they’re done already.
Does it ever happens to you too?