heart, fish eye & hand

I have to keep drawing. I have to remind myself from time to time. I have to make beautiful things. Making things beautifully makes me smile.

This little memory unfolded from 8 years ago. At the time being I was having a very painful living situation with my 3 roommates in the uni dorm. Painful, so unbearable that I wanted to kill myself every time those girls started to talk about something I hated to listen. And what they were really talking about, 9 out of 10 times, was, the conspiracy to hook up with the boys in the opposite dorm building. Right, I'm out. Too complicated to me. I'd better keep my fingers busy with oil sticks and ball-pointed pens. By this way I was able to find the peace.

In the peace, I shaped a broken heart and a weird fish eye. In the other drawing it was my elegantly posed hand, which I kept the original look, non artistic modification has made to make it look slimmer, which I regret right away.

And those conspiracies never made any difference. They got bored very soon again.