The Human Element

We love technology. We have come to a place that technology rules much of our day to day lives. We check our phones incessantly for updates of our friends lives, the status of our financial portfolios, to play games, to take photos and to communicate with each other without saying a single word. If you were to step  back in time twenty years ago and imagine where technology and the power of the internet would take us, it would be hard to even fathom the depth of its power in our day to day lives. We have evolved from electricity to light to radio to television to this, the world that we live in today, a world of everything. And I imagine in another twenty years, the everything we have today will be just a small fraction of the capability of the everything of then.

I have been drawing this past month more than I have at any other time in my life. Drawing is a craft that I had shelved during the evolution of much of the technology of our generation. I bought a DSLR camera, embraced Photoshop and came to feel that art was almost a lost, well, art. Obsolete almost. I struggled with the point of toiling away for multiple hours with a piece of paper, a pen and an image or an idea and risking a line that could not be erased or undone with the click of the mouse. I often told myself, and still do sometimes, that it is a matter of inspiration. I hadn’t been inspired. That may be the case, on occasion, but really, the problem was that I felt it didn’t matter. It seemed that whatever I could create by hand would be less than what I could create on the computer. The computer was more artistic than I was. It could paint. It could draw. It could edit. It had beaten me.

However, as I have completed drawing after drawing (now at a total of sixteen, I believe) over the course of the last thirty days, my desire to draw and create has been revitalized. Why? It has reminded me of why art is so affecting to begin with, it’s human. As I go back through my drawings, sometimes even as I create them, I see the flaws and the gaps in my skills where I need to persevere or take a detour from an original idea. While this can be frustrating, it is turning out to be more liberating, and I’m learning to embrace and appreciate the imperfections. In fact, it is these errors that give a piece character, like the wrinkles of a smile or the scars of a life lived without fear.

I know that this wave of creativity may just be that, a wave. I am working hard to integrate art and creativity into my regular routine. However, it may crash ashore and fade away as days pass and life takes precedent. Regardless, this burst has reminded me of a pleasure that I had deprived myself for no good reason other than doubt and laziness and reminded me that life need not be perfect to be perfect, just as my art is…to me.

That in mind, here are two drawings that I have yet to share on here: Madonna and Idris Elba.

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