It Came From Nothing
It came from nothing. The pumpkin sketch I drew today, just like this bird sketch I drew, came from nothing. There was first a blank page. Midway through drawing the pumpkins, I felt a twinge of remorse over a line drawn wrong and the picture now not being nice anymore. But then my brain, rather miraculously, reminded me that before I put pen to paper and began making marks, there was nothing. So in that sense, at least now there was something for me to criticize when earlier there was naught. Yeah, for some reason that I have yet to figure out, I found that moment profound. I was instinctively critical of my creation - something I have been working consciously to change which is why my brain kicked in to tell me that I have a finished product at the minimum - but that realization that seconds ago the page was blank with zilch on it and now it had strokes and marks forming pumpkins, leaves, color, texture was deep. My analytical brain wants to intellectualize wh...
