This is a very bad picture of my “bad” drawing. These are my findings…
…it is difficult for me to make a bad drawing because I know there is no such thing.
…”bad”, when I try to make it bad means for me with unsuitable means (such as a biro), done in a quick manner and sloppily…
…yet, even that does not make it bad. I can accept it…and felt drawn into the process of fun furry flufiness.
…all this brought up the memories of the school days when we were asked to draw all sorts of s…t I was not really interested in. The teacher said I did not try “hard enough”, always went outside the lines,…and my funny ideas such as a skating birdie for a christmas card were not accepted.
…I could not bring myself just some random thing, I was drawn to the teddy on the sofa. It made me think and remember all the teddies I had had in my life. There were two. One I gave away to a younger friend when I was twelve because the little girl really like it. The second I one I was given at the clinic by my sister, when I was recovering from a split up with my ex-husband. This third one is not mine really, but I have it in my living room now. A silent witness :-).
Funny, right, a what a “stupid” lill’ bad drawing can conjure up?
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