Lines to Dots
From H. Ashley
I’m not quite sure what to do with my life but I’m pretty certain drawing will be apart of it.
Education isn’t my cup of tea being a high school drop out and still trying to get my GED. Drawing is a maze for me. One path lends to accomplishment but I find myself wanting more, a harder challenge, in which that path lends me to frustration and disappointment which cuts me off and not wanting to draw any more. But when I sit and stare at that wall I think maybe some things aren’t meant to be…maybe drawing isn’t what I was meant to do…just maybe. But how come I was able to teach myself how to draw, why is it that I have pictures in my head that were meant to be shown to strangers for they can have purpose to draw. It has to be some thing…












