It can be a strange thing to draw again when I don't for a few months. I feel a bit apprehensive, like maybe I won't be able to do it anymore. When life is busy sometimes I almost forget that I have ever drawn at all, and I see one of my drawings, and I'm a little surprised and wonder, "Did I really draw that?" But somehow, the ability is there tucked into some remote pocket of my consciousness, and I remember.
I remember how to look for the shadows and the light. I remember not to be afraid of the dark because it makes the light parts really outstanding. I remember that sometimes the smallest shadow or highlight creates amazing dimension on a flat piece of paper. I remember that every face is beautiful. I remember that everyone has something amazing about them, even you and even me.
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