How I Fell Out of Love With Drawing

I love others’ work. I often wonder if I could draw something as beautiful, then I think about that moment.

I used to draw a lot. I’m not saying I was an artist, but I had some skill.

Anyway, I remember drawing my aunt. She passed away during my high school years, so the drawing must have been during middle school, maybe elementary, I don’t really remember. My aunt was great, my drawing however, wasn’t.

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