Draw something beautiful

“The first time I sat down to draw in a foul mood, I felt like I just wanted to put on a hoodie and tell everyone to eff off. So I drew that. Another time, I felt like I wanted to dig a big hole, climb inside and bury myself. So I drew that (with a breathing tube, because: claustrophobia). Both times, doing the drawing transformed my mood. It was like I’d said to that little part of myself, “I hear you. And it’s ok that you feel how you feel.”

“I started drawing with pencil but found I obsessed over every line - often erasing and re-drawing over and over again. It was taking the fun out of it. I was crippling myself in my quest for perfection. So I switched to ink. Ink was completely liberating. I found myself confidently drawing with a ‘don’t look back’ attitude. Removing the option to rectify ‘mistakes’ gave me freedom to make mistakes and find a way to make them work.”