As long as I can remember, I've always loved to draw. But my interest in drawing wasn't encouraged very much.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I loved drawing, but I just couldn't do it to the level that some of my friends could. That pulled me up unconsciously because I wanted to be like them, and I wanted to draw.
Sometimes I like to draw.
Even though I'm usually not conscious of it, I think drawing has always served a sort of therapeutic purpose in my life. There's something about the process of translating the messy chaos of real life into a clean, simple drawing that's always been comforting to me.
After a long period of not drawing, you have to, like, relearn how to draw. It's not very fun.
Drawing was a cheap way for me to express myself. It gave a focus to my thinking and my life from a very early age.
I have been drawing all my life.
Until I began to learn to draw, I was never much interested in looking at art.
I've been taking art classes for a couple of years; I love to draw.
When I was a kid, I loved to draw, and I was lucky because I had parents and teachers and grown-ups around who recognised and encouraged that.
Growing up, I enjoyed drawing, but it was always in the service of an idea. I drew all the time, and I enjoyed making.