As a kid in the 90s1 and an only child at that2, I grew up partial to non-messy artwork: paper crafts, friendship bracelets, Barbie dresses, even my yaya’s hair3&4. Drawing, however, was never that appealing. I hated crayons – the 64 Crayola box was way too expensive, and non-crayons were simply too dirty5.
Hyperlapse (relevant!) on to the present day. I now work in the arts (debatable), and I find myself engaged to an artist / hobby-enabler6 who gets me every school supply I squeal about. I still hate crayons, but I do own every rainbow-glittery coloring knickknack our thirdworldly bookstores carry. I have a range of drawing equipment at my fingertips7, and I’m quickly running out of excuses not to create something worth writing about8.
So last week’s National Bookstore run had Apol buying me a Paintastics brush pen set9. This was followed by a stroke (heh) of inspiration. It was 2am on a Sunday morning, and I asked Twitter friends for suggestions regarding what to draw. Most of the responses were portraits of themselves10. And I did just that.