chwieun

Today feels slightly gloomy. It's not the weather or the general journey of the day, but my own world. It's funny how I only find comfort in 2 things - drawing and love. Put the both together and it's a masterpiece in my eyes. There is no specific thing that I'm anxious about, but there's something that doesn't seem quite right. It's like looking at an art piece and noticing the smallest mistake, or you can't erase the mistake on your drawing since you pressed down the pencil too much. Why do I find comfort in drawing? It's my imagination on paper, on the computer screen or on a canvas. I bought my imagination to life and I can physically see