Everyone can draw. It is not a distinct or noteworthy talent in my opinion, or even a talent at all. The concept can be simply defined as scraping a material onto a surface and calling the residue “art.” The ability to create “art” is not an gift that’s exclusive for only those who have a certain aptitude towards it—as anyone can undertake the activity. With the activity being so unvarnished, the idea of drawing is not overly complex either. It’s as straightforward as tossing a ball into a basket. Then why am I wasting your valuable time writing this composition? It’s not that I view drawing as a talent, but rather an identity that has become part of my character. I have been drawing fervently since I was four, but I can’t say I was exceedingly good at it then. My drawings were just chaotic scribbles, as if a two year old had taken his anger out on the paper. My congenial grandmother would look at my totally breathtaking masterpieces and I would play a little game with her, trying to come up with what the scribbles looked like and pretend that's what I was trying to draw. They always looked like rocks or a very round cyclone, though, so the game ended after my second or third chubby tornado drawing. Nevertheless, she always found my drawings impressive …show more content…
In the end, my fascination with drawing only escalated further. Each drawing described me of who I was, who I am, and who I will become. My drawings are a part of me; my energy and years of commitment bound to the fibers of the paper. They tell the narrative of my life through every line, every one filled with purpose, and shadows, all etched with a new motive. Each vibrant color depicts my emotions in that part of myself. They are filled with my vitality and are portrayals what I am personally. Drawing is not a talent to me, but an identity that illustrates my